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Monday, March 30, 2009

Fond memories of our childhood home whether in the city or in the country is a past that no one can take from us.

This is not my childhood home but as I drove by, this house, although not similar to mine had all the elements of a place to grow up in. I found myself thrown back to time without responsibilities, a time where I was anything I wanted to be...a cowboy, a superhero, a treasure hunter...a place where I could leave my tricycle out front, run past my dog, through the front door, and mom would be there with lunch. Afterward, the trike would take me to my best friend's house and we would play outside in the yard until dark taking advantage of every hour of each summer day.

It is my hope that you have your own warm memories of those times as well. If you are a reader or follower of the blog and are decades younger than I...look around your home and it's surroundings for one day...you will pass by a house and a yearning will well up inside you to be able to go back just once more to your beginnings. If that house has memories that are not so good now, time will heal those wounds and you will relive only the good parts when your dreams were only limited by your imagination.

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13 comments:

Dani said...

Awe... I love this! You really play on my nostalgia a lot! My parents moved away from my childhood home...well twice actually. I have special memories of a house up until I was ten, then another for the remains of my young life. My parents left that home behind just a couple years ago. Now it's just depressing to go back to. It's so different. Sigh- life goes on.

Dan Felstead said...

Dani,
I had two childhood homes as well...up until 15 then up until college and marriage. Totally different types of memories associated with each. Early childhood was horses, parents and family memories. After 15 were memories of dating, college and trying to find my way in the world. Great memories of both.

Dan

Simply Heather said...

Dan, this house totally invites me to visit with it's brillian color. I grew up in a yellow house, in a tiny town. My dad still lives there, as does my brother and his wife. It's not the same place at all without my mom there to greet me at the door, but I cherish those days that she did. It is still difficult, a bit, to go there - just upon entering, but once inside...her life is all around us. Everything that meant something shows through each and every part of that house.

WOW - you've brought some deep thoughts out of me, there :o).

♥ to you today, dear friend.

Simply Heather said...

--oops, "brilliant" color - that is :o)

I know you know...but I had to fix it.

Dan Felstead said...

Heather,
I have those memories of my mom as well but she died in 1999 and as I said in the post...time does heal those wounds and eventually you will be able to go back and remember only the good times.

Dan

Dan Felstead said...

Heather...I didn't catch the "brillian" till you mentioned it!

Dan

Heather said...

I miss the feeling of "home". Throughout college, and now on my own in a new town, I've really been missing that. My house now is a rental and it just lacks that "mine" feeling, ya know? Anyway, loved the post - and the picture is so inviting.

Dan Felstead said...

Heather,
Thanks for your ost and comments and thanks for following the blog. Good luck with your move to a new town. With time, it will feel more like home. Now when you visit your home ...home...it will be a real treat!

Dan

Lynda Lehmann said...

Mission accomplished! I feel nostalgic for the relative freedom of my youth, if not for the specific circumstances.

Most of my memories involve being a "tomboy" out in nature: climbing trees, running around in cornfields, fording streams, etc.

Dan Felstead said...

Lynda...How come that doesn't surprise me!

Dan

Dani said...

Lovely thing to link as a memory Dan! Thanks!

jand44 said...

Wow! I came across your blog while doing research for a school assignment (I am a middle-aged student) and felt like I found home. Thought this photo is nothing like the place I grew up...it is exactly like the place I have always had in my mind as my dream home! Thank you.

Dan Felstead said...

jand44....
WOW...thank you for the kinds words. I visited your blog and it sounds like you are leading an interesting life! Welcome aboard ans stop by anytime!

Dan