Yesterday I mentioned Orsett Hall in my post and today the building has suffered a major fire.
This house was in our family for close to 100 years (from 1884 to 1968) I lived there for my first year or so, and though I don’t remember it then, my dad sold it to a family that we became good friends with and I do remember visiting them many, many times into my teens.
If I remember correctly one of my great great uncles (or something like that) originally won it in a game of cards – those were the days!
My dad has stories of him and his sister running around the rooftops when they were kids during WWII, giving my grandmother no end of heart tremors, I’m sure. Later when he was a race car driver, they used to race go-carts around the driveway. This place has seen some pretty crazy times.
My cousins and I had fantasized about buying it back from the current owners and turning it back into the lovely stately home it once was. Now it’s future is looking quite bleak.
What with this burning down, my father and stepmother divorcing and selling Southfields, our family home in Kent of the last 20 years, my swedish uncle giving up the flat in Stockholm that was my mother’s and his childhood home, and was my grandmother’s home of some 60 years, and my mother moving out of the house in San Francisco, our home of the last 30 years, I feel totally uprooted.