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We  bought our house at 63 Mystic Valley Parkway in Fall 1977 and sold it in the Spring  of 2016.  Before selling the realtor  took some nice photos of the house and we also had some more from our past.  I am putting some here as a record.

Front view in early Spring 2016. A few early flowers appearing although the daffodills were from Mahoneys in pots.

Garage and driveway.

Front from the South.

The entrance hallway looking rather fine in this photo.

The living room with the study to the left of the fireplace.

The study with chess set, indoor plants and TV.  

Kitchen from the dining room doorway.

Kitchen from the bay window side looking towards the dining room.

The bedroom level landing and stairs up to the attic.

Master bedroom from the  fire place side.  Originally there were two bedrooms (see the beam) we made it one big room after Clare moved out.

What at various times was Pauls bedroom, Frances study and then became the guest bedroom.  With door to the upstairs porch.

What was Lucy's bedroom and became Frances study.

Attic bedroom North end. (Was TV attic)

Attic bedroom South side.  When we had several guest this was used as a guest bedroom. More than one bumped their head on the ceiling over the bed!

Main bathroom.  Constructed from the old bathroom plus what was a closet in Lucy's bedroom. John usually used this one when just he and Frances were

at home.

The basement from the South end looking towards the utility room. (The realtor called the basement "The Games Room" which is OK since we did have

poker, chess and darts and at one time had a table tennis table down there, but mostly it was where I kept my computer and office stuff and where Frances

did the laundry and ironing.)

Basement looking back towards the desk and computer area.

BUT THE HOUSE WAS NOT THE FAMILY.  WE WERE ONLY THE THIRD FAMILY TO LIVE AT 63 MVP IN 104 YEARS AND SO LIKE

OUR PREDECESSORS WE LIVED AND LOVED AND GREW AND HAD GOOD TIMES AND BAD.  AT THE END IT WAS A WRENCH

TO LEAVE.  ON OUR LAST EASTER TOGETHER I WROTE OUT A TOAST WHICH I DID NOT GIVE BECAUSE IT WAS A HAPPY BUT

SAD TIME AND I CHOSE NOT TO MAKE THE TOAST.  BUT BELOW IS WHAT I WOULD HAVE SAID!

A toast on our last Easter together at 63 Mystic Valley Parkway
Is our last Easter in Winchester a sad day? I think it’s a day to count our blessings and I’ll tell you why!
Some years ago in a hotel bar before the memorial service for my mother, my Uncle Eddie said, “I am the last of the happy band that met at Trinder Road”.

My mother’s brother was remembering the times before the bomb struck, when the Binks family celebrated at my grandparent’s house in North London;

where they would meet and sing and eat and drink and joke and tell stories and go home happy.


The German bomb blew that home apart and killed my grandmother. Now Uncle Eddie is gone too, but that evening in the bar he may not have realized that he

gave me a glimpse of my Binks family before I was born and made me think of the chain of families and gathering places through the ages from our human beginnings

down to this last Easter lunch at Mystic Valley Parkway and then moving forward.


We come into the world knowing nothing; older brothers and sisters, parents, grandparents, uncles and aunts and others celebrate our arrival. If we are lucky

we are born into a family that is able to gather together from time to time for birthdays, Easter, Christmas, Thanksgivings, etc. The new child appears in

a mother’s arms, graduates to a high chair and before long is talking and laughing. That child does not know this has been going on through the generations back

to our beginnings as humans.


We have been lucky to gather here for 38 years. Annika met the Shawcross side of the family here 20 years or so ago and as the family grew the number of chairs

around the table increased. There have been happy times like birthdays, anniversaries, engagements, marriages and the arrival of grandchildren. I won’t talk about

the sad times but those have happened here too.


Winchester has been our gathering place and we are leaving this house. But we are lucky. We have other places to meet. A bomb has not fallen!

Moving homes shows that life is moving on too; a new generation will form new families, life goes on and that is wonderful!


I can name the gathering places in my family back for a couple of generations but then it becomes guesswork. There are times of war and displacement in all family histories.

But we in this generation are the lucky ones. We have had a long stable period. Let’s hope it continues. Let’s give thanks for the years we have met here and look forward

to the future with confidence.


Let’s drink a toast the future of our families.


To the future of our families


John Shawcross
Winchester, March 27, 2016

AND BELOW ARE A FEW PHOTOS FROM OUR TIME AT MYSTIC VALLEY PARKWAY

Back row; John Clare; Front row; Frances, Kenneth, Paul, Ivy, Lucy Taken within a year or so of moving into the house.

 

Back garden in mid summer 2015. The compost heap blocks had been trampoline supports when the kids were younger. I removed the compost heap

before selling the house in 2016. The table came from the previous owners and at one time had nice glass insets. Foreground flowers are from the window

boxes on the back deck.

Back deck was a nice place for breakfasts in the summer or as shown here T bone steak barbecue and red wine.

Clearing the snow.  Frances usually did the front porch and steps.

Sarah, Oliver, Max and Ean with Frosty in the back garden in Winter.

The own andirons I purchased at a going out of business store near North Station not long after we moved to Winchester. Lucy has them now.

The front upstairs deck, was not used all that much. But it was a nice quiet hideaway to observe the world passing by and drink a cup of coffee.

One of the years we had the giant sunflowers in the garden.

Max and Ean relaxing on the sofas.

When we moved in the area shown was a grape arbor. But after the grapes stopped producing we turned it into a flower bed and patio.

Thanksgiving.  Ean and Max watching Grandad slice the Turkey

One of many feasts at #63. The Shawcross, Nosal, Goreham familys plus Psychas family.

Same place and earlier year..

The year Paul hid an engagement ring in Andrea's Christmas pudding!

Grandad was in charge of breakfast and we all went out and got muffins from the Gingerbread Construction Company.  Frances provided the more

nutritious grapes and blueberries and orange juice!

I think this was the moment Max asked Paul when he and Andrea were going to get married.

Still carving away!

Lucy and Pete.

View from the kitchen in late winter one year.

The Easter Egg hunt.

Yes well this was the kids idea of spoofing a photo I took years before with the British cousins.

A holdiday staple was for Ricardo Sedan and Kate to come by and Ricardo would get us to play one of his new games. The guy behind Bing on the left is

Andew Kilroy, the son of my school friend Pete Kilroy.  Andrew was working in New York for a year and joined us that Christmas.

From the left; Annika, Clare, George, John (me), Frances, Peter, Lucy. 
Got our hats on and now it's time to read the corny jokes and dig in. Looks like Frances famous Beef Wellington.

And many more photos over the years that I may add as I come across them.  But then the big move came and we emptied the house and then at the very end

we went around and took photos of our now empty nest!

View from Maxwell Road across Andrews lawn AND the Right of Way!

Front view from Mystic Valley Parkway in front of neighbor Ed Goodwins driveway (and flag).

The unfinished part of the attic (or attic attic as we called it).  We left the whole house fan for the next family.

The "blue attic" on the South side of the house.

And empty dining room.  We left the new owners the table and chairs (and table cloth) as they would not fit in our new townhouse.

The garage and stuff we left behind.  My trusty lawn mower, my slightly less trusty snow blower and a few logs for the fire.

 
The North Attic (or TV attic from the early days when we had our TV up here)
The Master bedroom by now devoid of the bed.
I EXPECT TO ADD MORE LATER.  PERHAPS A FEW FROM WHEN WE MOVED IN
 
 
 
 
 
 

We had family photoson the walls in our kitchen before we redid it in 1999. Then we moved the photo display into the study at the rear of the house.

Below are the ones on our wall just before we took them down.

Elsewhere on this web site I have larger images of most of these with descriptions. Probably in the family photos section. 

After we moved to Woburn I hung photos of ancestors, family weddings etc. on the basement walls and Frances put many of the others in a three ring binder.