My Old House

I used GoogleMaps this morning to give directions to someone out of town. I clicked on “street view” to provide them with a few landmarks and noticed a friend of mine in one of the street level photos. Then I started clicking around and pretty much took a virtual tour of downtown St. John’s, Newfoundland, looking for people I know.

Then I typed in the address of the house I grew up in, in Nova Scotia. I probably haven’t been there in about 20 years. The house is a different colour, the tree in the front yard is big, there’s an oil tank beside the house which I have no memory of but I guess it was always there, the front steps have been expanded into a deck, and the field behind our house is gone. Things have changed.


Then I took a tour of my old neighbourhood, checking out places my friends used to live, going up streets where fields and woods used to be. It was a strange trip.

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Phillip Cairns is a beekeeper in St. John's, Newfoundland, who writes about beekeeping at

One Reply to “My Old House”

  1. I only knew ya when ya lived in the white house on poplar….you were right the house on havelock has a new color, new windows, looks almost nice…christ I will always have a hate on for subdivision living…