A sad day today. Just found out my grandparents, and later fathers, old pink beach house was just torn down:-( corner of Newport Blvd. & 29th Street. It wasnt pink anymore and my grandparents are long gone. But I still loved how every time I drove by I was reminded of all my fond memories. It was where my mom met my dad. Where I took strolls through my grandmas garden full of Abalone shells. Where I, unsuccessfully, tried to clean the tar off my feet from a long day at the beach. Where, as a kid, I spent weekends at my dads studio (he lived in downstairs unit under grandparents) after my parents divorce. Where I helped my grandma search for hours for her lost, beloved Siamese cat. And she passed away months later. The house was inherited by my dad and uncle. Years later it was sold. A few years later my dad passed away. I watched as the house was painted & sold a few more times. But at least it was STILL there. I feel as though I lost a part of me:-( Can anyone relate? Or does anyone remember a pink house on 29th & Newport with a large front yard (it was mostly dirt after my grandparents passed away)?
Posted on: Thu, 28 Aug 2014 18:30:09 +0000
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