tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post112580865052847570..comments2024-03-22T03:35:27.752-04:00Comments on Written Inc.: Life as a housecarmilevyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00360045114379957605noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-46542548603415309932008-03-16T15:36:00.000-04:002008-03-16T15:36:00.000-04:00What a beautiful entry. Thank you for directing me...What a beautiful entry. Thank you for directing me to it, Carmi. I was just telling one of my little brothers how on moving day, I'll want to take pictures of every nook and cranny of that house!Erinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10450746721514090492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-1126056482201921652005-09-06T21:28:00.000-04:002005-09-06T21:28:00.000-04:00Lovely, Carmi.Lovely, Carmi.Raehanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15755307808583494663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-1126015952171111252005-09-06T10:12:00.000-04:002005-09-06T10:12:00.000-04:00Just stopping in via Judy's blog (Kenju) I've only...Just stopping in via Judy's blog (Kenju) <BR/>I've only read this and your most recent post, but I wanted to say that this was a lovely piece about your childhood home. I can SO relate to simple things bringing back such fond memories. <BR/>If not for our memories, what really would we have?<BR/><BR/>Beautiful writing.Weary Haghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15809105824011470783noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-1126003697328414952005-09-06T06:48:00.000-04:002005-09-06T06:48:00.000-04:00For me, since I got married and left my parents' h...For me, since I got married and left my parents' home (yes, the old fashioned way) home has been in many places but it has always been where my husband and boys are.Ms Machttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08363385142330348970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-1125975833739217102005-09-05T23:03:00.000-04:002005-09-05T23:03:00.000-04:00This is a beautiful post. It really hit home for ...This is a beautiful post. It really hit home for me...my husband's parents are going through a similar move and you have articulated much of how he's feeling right now. He's already asleep, but I am going to point him to this entry tomorrow. I think he'll appreciate it a lot!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-1125905069221175922005-09-05T03:24:00.000-04:002005-09-05T03:24:00.000-04:00What a cool idea. My childhood home was just sold...What a cool idea. My childhood home was just sold last month, an old farmhouse in Colorado. Wish I had had your insight and done the same thing! I was helping my mother through the hospice journey and it would have been restorative.Taborhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-1125893839933146662005-09-05T00:17:00.000-04:002005-09-05T00:17:00.000-04:00I guess I have a sappy sentimental side. When tv s...I guess I have a sappy sentimental side. When tv shows go off the air I feel sad bc in some ways they feel like home. So when I leave a place I've actually known? It's a disaster.Janethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08262988549970554970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-1125892464562111462005-09-04T23:54:00.000-04:002005-09-04T23:54:00.000-04:00Home is where your loved ones are. Home is you and...Home is where your loved ones are. Home is you and our 3 children. <BR/><BR/>Although I only knew that house for 21 years, it was still hard to say goodbye to it.<BR/><BR/>I have to admit that at the time you took the pictures, you were driving me absolutely crazy. We now have pictures of every little area in that house! :)MorahMommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-1125883339575281262005-09-04T21:22:00.000-04:002005-09-04T21:22:00.000-04:00That was truly beautiful :) I still find it amazin...That was truly beautiful :) I still find it amazing how you veiw the world around you .You are such an inspiration .<BR/><BR/>I of course veiw the home my husband and I have made for ourselves but my parents and grandparents house have always felt like home to me as well .Tracy Shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06396725208628329845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-1125883024569515782005-09-04T21:17:00.000-04:002005-09-04T21:17:00.000-04:00I loved this post. I often think of what it will b...I loved this post. I often think of what it will be like when my parents sell their house. I think time makes a house a home.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-1125883000654032872005-09-04T21:16:00.000-04:002005-09-04T21:16:00.000-04:00I lived in the house I grew up in, from the age of...I lived in the house I grew up in, from the age of 4, up until the age of 21. The house was put up for sale because that year my parents divorced. It was messy, ugly, gut-wrenching. Leaving my home under those circumstances was a heart-breaking experience that I will never forget. The house itself was nothing special to look at, but all my memories were there, good and bad. My parents were very skilled gardeners, and we had beautiful peach, apple and pear trees, as well as a rich vegetable garden, strawberry patches, grape vines and the most luscious roses and a wide variety of flowers and bushes. I have only walked down that street I grew up on a few times since then; I can't do it anymore; it's just unbearable to see what the new owners have done to the place. For quite a while after that move, I was rudderless. It took a long time to heal. But I have many memories of my childhood home that I can go back to whenever I want; pictures in my own mind. Home is not just a physical location. Ultimately it's an emotional and spiritual place, deep within ourselves, and the connections we make with our family and friends. I have a new home now, in the relationship I have with my husband, his family and my family.<BR/><BR/>Wonderful post.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-1125881160370322142005-09-04T20:46:00.000-04:002005-09-04T20:46:00.000-04:00Home for me isn't a place; when you move every 3 y...Home for me isn't a place; when you move every 3 years, you just don't get attached. For me home is a feeling, it's the people and the feelings. I've felt at home places without family, and not at home where there was family. For me it's the atmosphere and the energy of a place, but not the place itself.Thumperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02154314376352066709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-1125879788147213082005-09-04T20:23:00.000-04:002005-09-04T20:23:00.000-04:00Wow, great post!Michele sent me...I wish I had tak...Wow, great post!<BR/><BR/>Michele sent me...<BR/><BR/>I wish I had taken more photos of my various homes of the past. To me, my home is where my comfort-things are: My soft duvet, my books, my overstuffed chair. There's nothing quite like walking through the front door after being away for a while.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-1125879140642014812005-09-04T20:12:00.000-04:002005-09-04T20:12:00.000-04:00Home is where the love is at.This is a great post ...Home is where the love is at.<BR/><BR/>This is a great post with a lot of thought put into it. You have great memories...hold onto them and never let them get away from you.<BR/><BR/>Michele sent me tonight.Dawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10139848568999307059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-1125876213824587862005-09-04T19:23:00.000-04:002005-09-04T19:23:00.000-04:00Hi, got here from Michele's game.Kind of eerie tha...Hi, got here from Michele's game.<BR/><BR/>Kind of eerie that I would land here, at your post on your blog. Just two weeks ago, my siblings and parents and I went out to "celebrate" them closing the sale on our house - the one we grew up in, the one they owned for 40 years. It's so weird that I'll never step foot in it again.<BR/><BR/>I recently moved my own family. We were in one home for 15 years and we were busting out of it. Too many new little girls to find space for. So my two oldest (20 and 22) grew up in one home and my three little girls will mostly grow up in another. <BR/><BR/>I hope I do as good a job with my kids as my parents did with us. I'll miss that house but truth is the important parts from it are committed to memory and held in pictures. That's enough...JustLindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11696261661820445271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-1125863561111834792005-09-04T15:52:00.000-04:002005-09-04T15:52:00.000-04:00What a beautiful, reflective post...I felt that......What a beautiful, reflective post...I felt that...<BR/><BR/>How gorgeous...<BR/><BR/>As for home? Home for me is safety...<BR/><BR/>I so identified with this..When we left one house, the only memory I have is of matching the wallpaper down the joins in my bedroom before I went to sleep... I haven't thought of that for years...<BR/><BR/>MinervaMinervahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07909909317029633356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-1125862369741311002005-09-04T15:32:00.000-04:002005-09-04T15:32:00.000-04:00Home is currently the house we have lived in for 2...Home is currently the house we have lived in for 28 years. It is where my family comes back to, to gather together. But it's the family, and not the house that makes it home. My parent's home was not very welcoming and it didn't take long after I left it to feel like a guest there. You obviously have very good memories of your parent's house.Starhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01663081575258349281noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-1125856711341895612005-09-04T13:58:00.000-04:002005-09-04T13:58:00.000-04:00It is obvious from this post that you will miss th...It is obvious from this post that you will miss the house but realize it is your parents that made it a home for you.<BR/><BR/>I loved the picture. Such a wonderful tribute to your home.Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03655262571287385309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-1125850432176753332005-09-04T12:13:00.000-04:002005-09-04T12:13:00.000-04:00Nice pic. Michele sent me.Nice pic. Michele sent me.J Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13335176602038981871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-1125849841006174282005-09-04T12:04:00.000-04:002005-09-04T12:04:00.000-04:00Ah but isn't just a house, it's a home.A home to m...Ah but isn't just a house, it's a home.<BR/><BR/>A home to me is where memories are made, a house is just a building.<BR/><BR/>Here via Michele's...and thank you for visiting me :)The Mistress of the Darkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16923975714269274370noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-1125843300674959032005-09-04T10:15:00.000-04:002005-09-04T10:15:00.000-04:00I love the photo. And I agree that it is difficult...I love the photo. And I agree that it is difficult to leave a house behind, even when it's "just a house". My parents moved from my childhood home when I was 20, and I had never lived anywhere else. I really wish I had taken more pictures (other than the childhood ones I have). <BR/><BR/>Ironically, I have lived in SO many different places since, and have never felt very connected to any of them. <BR/><BR/>Here via michele today, and also send my thoughts to you re: your dad.Panthergirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03701693312528047037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-1125842675234377342005-09-04T10:04:00.000-04:002005-09-04T10:04:00.000-04:00PS What a great idea taking pictures of the house...PS What a great idea taking pictures of the house and things in it. I wish I had done that. I do have one of it up in flames.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-1125842541496691142005-09-04T10:02:00.000-04:002005-09-04T10:02:00.000-04:00Hi Carmi, I had a post earlier this week aksing......Hi Carmi, I had a post earlier this week aksing...do you feel at home where you live. The comments were very interesting...about 4 yes, 4 no, and a few mixed. I myself am torn between 2 places...the pennisula town I grew up in and the mountains of Virgina where I now live. It's the love of the mountains (green space) and the ocean I grapple with. My childhood home was taken by eminent domain. I still dream about it and get choked up when I think of it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-1125842265956748692005-09-04T09:57:00.000-04:002005-09-04T09:57:00.000-04:00I've often wondered how I will feel when my parent...I've often wondered how I will feel when my parents move from the house I was raised in. It's always been home to my two older chidren. When I was a single parent, they spent lots of time with my parents, and truly consider that their home. But if my parents were to move into a condo, as I'm semi-pressuring them to do, I think we'd still all consider my parents' home, "Home", and all the other places we've lived just places to drop our heads at the end of the day.denahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00847991585720013970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-1125841499163934402005-09-04T09:44:00.000-04:002005-09-04T09:44:00.000-04:00I think home is where the memories are. You can ha...I think home is where the memories are. You can have more than one home becuase it's not just the place that you hang your hat, and it's not just the place where when you go there they have to take you in... It's not any singular cliche or saying. It's a combination of them all. It's a place where you feel comfortable and supported and safe... and the more of those place a person has the better off they may be.<BR/><BR/>:o) I was going to stop by anyway on my daily blogroll run... but Michele sent me before I got to do that! :o)Olyalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01860232339207196108noreply@blogger.com