I just learned the house I grew up in burned down this morning. My nephew went over and took these pictures.
As far as I know, no one was hurt. The house was abandoned and the fire seems to have been set by squatters.
I felt compelled to try and match up old photos to the scenes of destruction. It’s my way of seeking closure.
The woman at the top was my mom. The two in the middle are my friends Pat and Brad. The dorky kid in front of the TV is me.
RIP 634 Morada Lane, Stockton California. Good memories survive.