Stepping back into history

I spent the afternoon visiting my childhood home in Blackstone, Massachusetts, a house that I lived in from the ages of three to seventeen before my evil step-father stopped paying the mortgage, forgot to tell my mother and eventually left her.  Less than a year later, the bank foreclosed on the house, leaving my mother and sister destitute and homeless.  I hadn't been back to the place in more than twenty years, so I was looking forward to seeing the home of so many of my childhood...