It’s the season to be thinking about home, isn’t it? “Home
for the Holidays,” “Over the river and through the woods, to Grandmother’s
house we go,”* and, of course, “Home Alone.”

I saw a quote on Facebook, on Larry D. Sweazy’s thread, that
spoke to me yesterday: "Obsessed by
a fairy tale, we spend our lives searching for a magic door and a lost kingdom
of peace." -- Eugene O'Neill
I remarked that I thought that the human condition is that
we’re all trying to get back home. Larry posted another quote: "We're all
just walking each other home." -- Ram Dass

I’m working on two mystery novel projects right now and I’ve
noticed I’m continuing to write about family. A lot. And really, isn’t home the
place where your family is?
*That song, it seems was actually written for Thanksgiving
and appropriated for Christmas. They were also going to Grandfather’s house in
that version. Just to be clear.
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This is lovely, Kaye. So glad to see it here with your photos and perspective. My mind now is rooted in space and memories. My family is gone, but I have the memories I cherish and the place to return to, as well as friends who still live there.
ReplyDeleteThat's very good, to have a place to return to. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure the house or the town binds us to this Earth as much as our memories do.
ReplyDeleteThat's the biggest part, isn't it. Thanks for posting.
DeleteI agree about the memories. I'm about to sell the house I grew up and spent most of my life in. I've always thought of it as home, but without the people I lived among there, it's just a house. Home is what I remember.
ReplyDeleteThat still must be tough, but it's good you have the memories.
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