tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16539163.post5758826848612764300..comments2024-03-28T11:54:53.075+00:00Comments on Adullamite: Home is Where the House is.Adullamitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15537659871829290071noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16539163.post-6084462074517583842014-10-09T21:12:48.677+01:002014-10-09T21:12:48.677+01:00Lee, Your home is always with you.
Lady, Lady, A ...Lee, Your home is always with you.<br /><br />Lady, Lady, A sad tale, but the good things are with you still.<br /><br />Jenny, The power of memory is a wonderful thing. Adullamitehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15537659871829290071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16539163.post-37278525168774760162014-10-09T19:14:42.153+01:002014-10-09T19:14:42.153+01:00It is as well that we can remember when we turn ou...It is as well that we can remember when we turn our minds to it. I am starting to feel that way about possessions too. I am sorry for people who never felt they had a home, and there are many like that. Jenny Woolfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16881781466502273314noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16539163.post-69308680252960581832014-10-08T15:15:50.110+01:002014-10-08T15:15:50.110+01:00A few years back, my sister and I after visiting t...A few years back, my sister and I after visiting the graves of our parents, rode to the two places in the county to see how it looked. The place in Gordonville they sold to buy the how in nearby Carthage had been made into a parking lot for the Church that was beside the home. The one they bought the weeds were so high you could hardly see the house on the hill. We both were sad to have seen where we had made memories with our Mother and even our poor excuse of a Dad. It is true you can never go back and the mind is kinder to the past than reality. Peace<br />Lady Di Tnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13314994067842063387noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16539163.post-63958777382788083052014-10-07T21:10:10.538+01:002014-10-07T21:10:10.538+01:00Good post, Adullamite.
I'm the only one lef...Good post, Adullamite. <br /><br />I'm the only one left of what was my small family unit...in lots of ways I'm "homeless"...without "hearth and home" to return to, to spend time sharing reflections with siblings or parents.<br /><br />In my mind, I guess "home" will always be where I spent my childhood. It wasn't a house...it was a flat, but it was home shared with my mother, my Nana and my brother, Graham...all of whom have now passed away.Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15835982875620956300noreply@blogger.com