tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588376429247025873.post6699806676623293148..comments2024-02-23T05:16:12.783-05:00Comments on VOICES FROM THE HEART: Trying to Return HomeMona Riskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14923883333893160794noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588376429247025873.post-79037762006470059762011-07-05T16:55:32.784-04:002011-07-05T16:55:32.784-04:00I remember my house being so big, but yet returnin...I remember my house being so big, but yet returning to the neighborhood is now depressing and everything looks so small.<br /><br />My memories are good ones, though.Josiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05930730661273079224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588376429247025873.post-47362138407055678852011-07-05T15:43:59.714-04:002011-07-05T15:43:59.714-04:00Hi Denise,
My grandparents lived in the same house...Hi Denise,<br />My grandparents lived in the same house almost as long as I knew them. Their old house still exists. I expect to see them sitting on the front porch in the glider when I drive by.<br /><br />Thanks for commenting.morganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02817293003630581559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588376429247025873.post-29433021118909071262011-07-05T15:41:28.166-04:002011-07-05T15:41:28.166-04:00Hi Mona,
I drove by old home to show my kids and f...Hi Mona,<br />I drove by old home to show my kids and found the new owners chopped down every tree on the property. My parents planted a tree when each child was born. It's pretty upsetting when your tree is gone.:(<br /><br />Thanks for commenting.:)morganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02817293003630581559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588376429247025873.post-86181763652821544372011-07-05T12:34:10.179-04:002011-07-05T12:34:10.179-04:00I've never understood the desire by some peopl...I've never understood the desire by some people to relive their high school years. I couldn't wait to get out of the place and start living! YES! My life, my way.<br /><br />I could never go back to the place I grew up--there were too many of them. We moved constantly. However, my grandparents lived in the same place until they died. When my grandfather died I could imagine him there since my grandmother was still alive. Once she died and my uncle decided to tear the place down--well, that was actually the day they both died for me. As long as I could pass the house, they continued to have a physical presence for me.Denise Pattisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09279128805526991872noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588376429247025873.post-90320593983971461882011-07-05T10:35:01.619-04:002011-07-05T10:35:01.619-04:00What a great post Morgan. It gave me goosebumps. I...What a great post Morgan. It gave me goosebumps. I tried to go home, litterally. I wanted to see the place where I grew up. Big mistake. I cried that day and couldn't take a picture. I will never show it to my kids. <br />Now I keep two pictures of the big house where I lived with my husband and children for twenty -six years. One picture is from the front of the house showing our beautiful crabapple tree with pink flowers, and the other picture from the backyard showing our patio where I held so many fun parties. I will never go back to look at that house. I like it better in my memories and my pictures.<br />'You can never go home.' Because it will never be as good.<br />And if it was bad, you'd better forget it.Mona Riskhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14923883333893160794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588376429247025873.post-16676205936963063292011-07-04T21:40:43.403-04:002011-07-04T21:40:43.403-04:00Hi Vonnie,
I guess it means so much to me because...Hi Vonnie,<br /><br />I guess it means so much to me because I did try to go home once and found out home moved. <br /><br />I appreciate your blog about traveling and am so glad you and Calvin did make it back home.<br /><br />Tell Calvin, there are still people out there reading Thomas Wolfe.:)morganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02817293003630581559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588376429247025873.post-23816610882697548542011-07-04T21:34:45.746-04:002011-07-04T21:34:45.746-04:00Hi Paisley,
Thanks for commenting. I loved in the ...Hi Paisley,<br />Thanks for commenting. I loved in the country in a small cement block house that I thought was wonderful. IIt is only as an adult I realize how small it really was.<br /><br /> I am so glad you're now in a happy phase of your life.morganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02817293003630581559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588376429247025873.post-77061725561053769222011-07-04T21:31:26.667-04:002011-07-04T21:31:26.667-04:00Hi Jill James,
Thanks for stopping by and comment...Hi Jill James,<br /><br />Thanks for stopping by and commenting. Sometimes, you don't even want to try to go home again. I will never put on the skintight disco pants again...it wouldn't be pretty.morganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02817293003630581559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588376429247025873.post-27684473416231752722011-07-04T16:25:42.915-04:002011-07-04T16:25:42.915-04:00Paisley, I am soooo with you on not wishing to go ...Paisley, I am soooo with you on not wishing to go home again. While I'm not thrilled with all the aches and pains of being 63, I'm at a happy place and plan on enjoying every second of it. My DH, Calvin, did his Masters thesis on Thomas Wolfe so I've heard him wax poetically about not being ablte to go home again. Lovely post, Morgan.Vonnie Davis ~ Romance Authorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07360480832587538895noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588376429247025873.post-68479095658344529382011-07-04T16:09:54.860-04:002011-07-04T16:09:54.860-04:00For the life of me, I can't understand why any...For the life of me, I can't understand why anyone would want to even try to return home again. I've attended several class reunions and that is even a more sobering experience when you glance around at your classmates and see how some aged and others look like they'd been frozen since graduation. The house I grew up in appears small, but I lived there my growing up years and they were happy ones.<br /><br />After going through several dark and tragic years, I am now happy again and glad to be where I am. No going back for me.Paisley Kirkpatrickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06401039126457210324noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588376429247025873.post-85243816067458000102011-07-04T13:29:22.428-04:002011-07-04T13:29:22.428-04:00Morgan, ahhhh, REO Speedwagon. I'm so imaginin...Morgan, ahhhh, REO Speedwagon. I'm so imagining high school again. LOL<br /><br />My husband took me to several Barry Manilow concerts over the years. About 2005 I told him to stop. Barry was not the singer he used to be and I would rather have my memories and CD's of him at his peak instead of going to a concert and see him feebly attempt to reclaim it.<br /><br />Sometimes it does seem like you can't go home again.Jill Jameshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10754506629717417267noreply@blogger.com