The house is still there; our very own elm tree is still in the front yard at the right, barely visible.
The happiest thing that I see is the now tall fir tree in the back yard, our 1957 living Christmas tree, planted in a little ceremony by my dad in honor of my 13th birthday, on the 29th of December of that year. It's still alive and well. My very own fir tree.
I hope it stays there a long time.