Everyday people we miss

I understand what you mean. When we moved here we had young children and most of the other neighbours were elderly. As the years have passed our children have grown with children of their own, people have died and young families are moving in. They probably refer to us as the old couple over the road but I don’t feel that is me. In my heart ❤️ I am not that old person, in truth I am.

I miss the environment I grew up in more as I get older.

I find I miss old neighbours from years ago in a sort-of abstract way because there were lots of happy times that they were on the fringes of.
I don't really "miss" individuals who were in my road/area but I do remember fondly lots of older people who have died (some too soon). Some of these lived hundreds of miles from me but were people I was always fond of and knew over many years.

I was brought up in a lovely North Devon village on the coast absolutely loved it. Really family village.
Went back a couple years ago, it’s just not the same village anymore. Most of the properties are holiday let’s the bigger houses have been turned into flats. Even the old farm has now become a bed and breakfast. I did go out to the cemetery and so many of the residents of the village have died, but then I am going back 60 years Doesn’t make it any easier
The character of the village has completely gone, and then in winter it is a ghost village. I realise this is happening all over the country, very very sad… the house we used to live in which had a beautiful view over the bay and six bedrooms has now been turned into three flats and the chapel next door has been turned into flats…🫣

This is where I grew up.. the chapel next door

That’s true about my road too silverlining48.
Most houses had a drive and front garden. Now a lot of those gardens are paved and full of cars.

I keep having very vivid dreams of dear friends that I have recently lost. I’m not sure if I find them comforting or not. I find it hard to believe that I will never see or speak to them again

Shinamae Wow! What a spectacular place to have lived.

I miss one particular old schoolfriend, Liz. We were friends from the age of 14, and only Liz knew the joys and horrors of our local youth club, our first boyfriends, our marriages and our children.

What an idyllic spot Shinamae!

That is lovely Shiname, you were lucky to live in that beautiful part of the country.

Shinamae, that's lovely. I am envious.

I live in the village my parents and I moved to a month before my 15th birthday, have lived in the same house for 34 years.

They settled in mainland Europe a few years later, I shuttled between the two locations as did my eldest child, the younger ones were more inclined to only visit when I did despite the choice of long school holidays spent on a beach.

It’s a comfort tinged with sadness to be in both much loved locations. The sadness being so many of my parents peers have died and now it’s my age groups turn.

My H and I moved to this estate 55 years ago with our two year old D, our S was born two years later.
The houses were new and most people were young families who had moved here from away.
We made some very close friends and most friendships have lasted.
Out of a group of about 16 only one of the couples have both survived , they are 83 and 81.
Two of the couples have both died, 3 of us are widowed.
I would love to relive just a week of those past very happy times.

For 15y I used to go to Es Caña in Ibiza for a week in September, with my mum, her sister and mum’s best friend. All 3 wonderful women are no longer in my life and I miss them very much. We used to stay in the same hotel, loved the staff and the small horseshoe bay on the flat. One year I proposed a change ‘how about trying Portugal?’. “No thanks we love it here!” they said. So that’s what we continued to do. Although I’m sad and I miss them, I’m grateful for all those very special times and memories we made. I still chuckle thinking of funny moments we shared. Lucky me. Happy Days!

Shinamae

This is where I grew up.. the chapel next door

And, it was a guest house when I was a child and once my brother and I had done the chores, we would jump over the wall into the field and have a 10 minute run down to a beach and spend most of the day there absolutely idyllic. We were only about eight or nine I think would not be allowed now, but what a free and joyful childhood we had..

Shinamae

Shinamae

This is where I grew up.. the chapel next door

And, it was a guest house when I was a child and once my brother and I had done the chores, we would jump over the wall into the field and have a 10 minute run down to a beach and spend most of the day there absolutely idyllic. We were only about eight or nine I think would not be allowed now, but what a free and joyful childhood we had..

And this is the beach, and where I want my ashes to go when the time comes……

Shinamae

Shinamae

Shinamae

This is where I grew up.. the chapel next door

And, it was a guest house when I was a child and once my brother and I had done the chores, we would jump over the wall into the field and have a 10 minute run down to a beach and spend most of the day there absolutely idyllic. We were only about eight or nine I think would not be allowed now, but what a free and joyful childhood we had..

And this is the beach, and where I want my ashes to go when the time comes……

Hmmm hope I’m not virtual signalling!!!..🫣😬😂

Lovely, my daughter lives near Bideford, where is the hamlet in relation to there, I’ll ask her if she knows the beach!

Not virtue signalling Shinamae just sharing the joy.

FionaG

Lovely, my daughter lives near Bideford, where is the hamlet in relation to there, I’ll ask her if she knows the beach!

Its grunta beach at Mortehoe.
Apparently so called because a ship carrying pigs ran aground there. There is also a deep pool we used to swim in called pigs pit… sweet memories are making me cry…(my brother died at age 49,20 years ago.)
It’s the village above Woolacombe..
My brother, and I very young there so obviously not on our own..

Yes, I had a very blessed and a idyllic childhood,obviously it’s my brother I miss
Unfortunately, I went completely off the rails at 15 and didn’t get back on them till age of 28..😔

I miss all my wonderful friends in the Netherlands. I miss the life I had there with the children growing up and the wonderful lifestyle.
Some of my friends are still alive but many are ailing now and nothing is the same when we visit.
We were just so fortunate to be able to bring the children up in such a healthy environment.

Shinamae

This is where I grew up.. the chapel next door

beautiful

Goodness Shinamae what a wonderful Enid Blyton childhood you had - I'm very envious!

I wonder how many of us who ended up many miles away from Mum and Dad and used to ring our parents at a set time on a set day?
Mine was 7 o clock on Sunday - even if I did also ring at other times) because by their late 70’s and 80’s they liked their “routine”.
They’ve been dead for 22 years, but I still have that momentary urge on a Sunday evening….