returning.
(a repost)
with
one sister visiting
one sister gone too soon
only brother on his way
grandchildren in tow
we visited the place
where we had grown up.
it looked much the same
yet felt somehow not.
much like us.
—
“there is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged
to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.”
-nelson mandela
Wonderful post, Beth! I find myself now reminiscing about the home of my youth. Thanks for the memories!
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my pleasure, that house was such a huge part of my and my siblings’ life
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When we visit the past, it’s never what it used to be.
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yes, exactly right.
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👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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I have no siblings, but I get it. Nelson was right. When I went back to London some years after moving here to the countryside, I felt it was me that was out of place in a city I knew so well.
Best wishes, Pete.
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interesting and I so get that
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A few months ago, we to the funeral of a friend’s mother, and showed another friend the houses we had grown up in. Then I called my sisters to them how beautiful–the same and different–our old house looked.
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How wonderful, yes, the same and different
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Yes 💛
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❤️
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Thank you Beth 😎
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I get this so much that I wish I could reach out and give you a hug. Our safety from the world was within the four walls of the home we grew up in.
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It was – thank you
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It’s sad to lose siblings too soon. Sorry for the loss of your sister, Beth. Two of my siblings have now passed. There were originally ten. Now eight remain. How wonderful to be able to visit your old home and relive some of those childhood memories. Everything that seemed so big when we were kids can seem so small when we are grown. But the feelings continue to grow.
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You are so right, and I’m sorry for the loss of your sibs
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Thanks, Beth. 💖
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The old family homestead is gone, but I have many treasured memories …
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I always found it hard to return. 😦 The memories were happier than the reality.
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I can feel the vibe, Beth. I recall a drive past the home where my sisters and I grew up. I stared and thought, and what was that wet spot on my cheek?
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Awww, yes
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I get to meet my two full brothers this August for the first time. We’ve spent lifetimes apart.
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This game me chills, I’m so excited for all of you and sorry it has taken so long
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We didn’t know about each other until two years ago. Pretty amazing, really.
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Wow –
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Nicely expressed and true.
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❤️
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How true!
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How beautiful, Beth. I’m sorry for the loss of a sibling. And your house looks like it held so much love. I love seeing my childhood home. 💛
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There is something about it – thank you
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You’re welcome. Take care and have a blessed week! 💛
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Memories are like lifeboats in time.
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Such a great way to put it
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So very true.
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Yes –
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That must be a peculiar feeling to compare the current place with that place of the past that is overloaded with memories.
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Yes, it is rather odd
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I have four siblings and I’m the only one who hasn’t been back to visit our childhood home, which is now is a historical preservation neighborhood. I want to remember it exactly as it was.
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I understand that –
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It is sometimes strange when you go to old places. Where I grew up, it does not feel like home anymore, but an empty shell ,since both my parents passed away. The warmth is missing.
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I really get that
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Indeed. I remember driving past my grandparents place a few times over the years, after they passed. It’s just like that. Reminiscent, and future orienting.
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Yes, both
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In the same boat, Beth. Memories help though🧡
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They do –
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My home”towns” have changed so much it’s difficult to find old homes in them. I love the Mandela quotation.
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It’s a good one –
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So accurate Beth. On the rare occasions I have driven to my childhood home it looks nearly identical. The same tree in the center of the front yard which keeps the grass, all these years later, still, from growing. The same siding. The same front porch. And yet. It isn’t the same. Wait. It’s me that;s not the same.
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that’s it!
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Beautiful! I cherish my sisters very much! They are in every way apart of me! 🙂
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❤
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So thought-provoking, Beth.
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I’ve done this alone and with my brothers. It’s funny how my image of a previous home ends up being far different from reality.
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you are so right, Pete
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Everything changes, even the things that stay the same…
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True –
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So much has changed since I left the place of my youth. My siblings and I are definitively different people and I wonder sometimes how that can be given being raised in the same place by the same parents. We don’t share much in common now days except those roots. The farm where I grew up is no longer in the family and that saddens me. But time marches on and I suppose my lime green basement bedroom is no longer lime green, which is a good thing.
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It is so interesting and begs the nurture vs nature question
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Thanks, Beth. I’d write more but I feel a lump in my throat. Ahhh, the old ‘home, sweet home’.
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❤️
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This filled my heart. ❤️
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❤️
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