The Old Homestead

The following submission appeared in “We Are Newton: A Neighbourhood Anthology.” See here for more information about the project.

By: Ken Westdorp

Though long ago replaced
by several new developments
The place I was born
will never be forgotten.

A modest one storey structure
never meant for a growing family.

Living room fireplaces
often heated the home.
Backyard gardens
were a necessity of life.

Back then neighbours
were considered friends
and grandparents
lived just next door.

As children we ventured
down nearby streets.

Engaging our imagination
instead of playing electronics.

Overcrowded malls
like Guildford
and Surrey Place
were far-off places.

Instead we frequented
neighbourhood shops.

Libraries were smaller
And crowded with books.

Childhood playtime
and holiday gatherings
were documented
In b&w movies.
Aging photographs
preserve fond memories
of my parents
and our family.

Many familiar features
have all disappeared.

As for the old homestead
on 132nd Street Near 72nd Avenue
many random dwellings
now occupy the space.

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