The Campbells have moved in to number 42. They are a young married couple as my parents were when they bought the brand new bungalow in 1957. My dad was its one careful owner until he died in October.
We didn’t know anything about the Campbells, other than that they were as good as their word. The sale went through without a hitch at the end of January. My sister sent them a bottle of champagne to say “welcome to your new and our old home”
My Aunt what brung me up was at church when a young woman approached her “Very good looking—great legs” my Aunt later told my sister on the phone. Despite her ravishing appearance, my aunt had never noticed this girl before.
“Are you Wilson’s sister?” asked the beauty and my Aunt agreed she was.
Mrs Campbell,for it was she, shared how pleased she and her hubby are with the house, and asked a lot of questions about my father and us.
It sounds like they are inclined to keep the 70s avocado kitchen, at least for the moment, and the 50s layout of small, cosy rooms. With luck, they will finish the wiring job upstairs that my dad never quite got to in 40 years. Perhaps Mr Campbell will use my father’s workbench in the garage. Maybe they will have breakfast in the place at the back, and restore the verdigris structure (truly a GREEN house) in the garden to its former glory.
It seems unlikely they will live there for 55 years as my father did, but in all the time they are there, I hope they will be very happy.My dad will be pleased about the great legs.
Our living room 1957-2011
For those of us who have lifelong memories of one place and the people associated with it — this hits home.