Comments on: What Makes a Home?

By: MissKris

MissKris — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 02:59:12 +0000

Nancy, I know exactly what you mean. When my father died a few years ago my youngest brother and I — with our spouses with us — decided to have our own memorial for our dad at a lake near our childhood home. As we were waiting in front of my childhood home for my brother and his wife to arrive…our agreed meeting spot…I had in mind my oldest brother telling me the owner of the house had told him any of us ‘kids’ could come back and she would let us walk thru if we wanted to…she has lived in it since 1966. I thought about it…and thought about it…and decided against it. I KNEW it wouldn’t be as I remembered it and I didn’t want to dislodge any of the wonderful memories I had from that time period. Some things are precious just as they are and there’s no need to revisit them.

By: Nancy Mehegan

Nancy Mehegan — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 15:16:36 +0000

Oh what a beautiful post!! I recently visited my home from childhood — the current owner generously let me in. It was weird, because it was unrecognizable. My real home is the memories of that home: the day my parent brought my newborn sister home from the hospital, the image of the crazy dogs we had, the hot, lazy summer days in the backyard. The memories will never die.

By: MissKris

MissKris — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 03:18:17 +0000

Pseudo, thank you for the lovely comment. It’s always so nice to hear anyone compliment something you’ve written, but when they tell you it “really touched a chord with me”, you know you’ve truly been able to bring across what you’re trying to say. I appreciate you taking the time to respond.

By: Pseudo

Pseudo — Mon, 07 Dec 2009 16:00:48 +0000

This was beautifully written and really touched a chord with me. We are looking into moving into a smaller place after 17 years and raising our children in this home.