tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post5978670106520603672..comments2024-03-22T03:35:27.752-04:00Comments on Written Inc.: The house at 80 Oxford Streetcarmilevyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00360045114379957605noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-49402956491344160182007-12-18T23:30:00.000-05:002007-12-18T23:30:00.000-05:00I'm with Sandy on the repetition of the number 80....I'm with Sandy on the repetition of the number 80. The number 8 in the tarot represents the virtue of strength. <BR/><BR/>The apparent desolation of this place reminds me of the Eight of Cups in the tarot - in my pack the Magician leaves the eight cups behind and begins an epic trip up a mountain and carries the mean of the strength to leave an emotionally unfulfilling situation.<BR/><BR/>I wonder why the people in this place appear to have up and left .. did someone die, did someone get jack of being unloved or unwanted or did they go elsewhere to pursue their dreams? <BR/><BR/>There is infinite sadness in this photo for me. I always feel this way when it looks like a house, a home, is unlived in.Jodi Cleghornhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00808676742258881407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-42095416870032442212007-12-18T21:23:00.000-05:002007-12-18T21:23:00.000-05:00I love doors....I have several inthe entry way of ...I love doors....I have several inthe entry way of different places we have visite.....<BR/><BR/><BR/>as for your pic. My first thought for a story was "I told my teenager to sweep those leaves!"tommiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09744207550343647140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-77045152301112231952007-12-18T18:16:00.000-05:002007-12-18T18:16:00.000-05:00Looks like a neighborhood that you wouldn't want t...Looks like a neighborhood that you wouldn't want to be in after dark. Have a great WW. :)Sandeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06785788498697004273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-11120410525775794872007-12-18T12:49:00.000-05:002007-12-18T12:49:00.000-05:00My story, maybe I will post it, would be about the...My story, maybe I will post it, would be about the overstuffed mailbox, the newspapers, and how everything looks locked tight. Your immediate assumption may not be right -- are they even home?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-85674061964340761042007-12-18T12:39:00.000-05:002007-12-18T12:39:00.000-05:00Nana lived in this house for 37 years. She and Sta...Nana lived in this house for 37 years. She and Stan raised three boys, and an after-thought, though some say accident, daughter. Stan worked the evening shift at the bakery and loved to bring home muffins and rye bread to his family and an occasional sweet to his precious daughter, Rose. When all her kids were in school she worked as a receptionist for Dr Woodson on Pall Mall Street. Junior grew up, was an avid tennis player, studied law on scholarship and married Bess. They had two darling girls. Nana loved to bake cookies with the girls when they ccme to visit on school break. <BR/><BR/>anyone want to add to this?Annehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07934050541589102652noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-75167945284079443352007-12-18T12:07:00.000-05:002007-12-18T12:07:00.000-05:00Funny the place has "80" on it three times. I'll b...Funny the place has "80" on it three times. I'll bet there is a story that would be very interesting.SandyCarlsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10752798823532580733noreply@blogger.com