tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158219585502141716.post1305095271967085711..comments2024-03-14T01:02:05.296-07:00Comments on birds on a wire: this old houseJohannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00341166590919510790noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158219585502141716.post-11082405573845835492010-02-04T15:41:33.220-08:002010-02-04T15:41:33.220-08:00Oh Mary Beth, your story is so touching but sad at...Oh Mary Beth, your story is so touching but sad at the same time. How hard and surreal it must have been to see the house that your father had built, lived in and passed be used by someone else. I can imagine it opened a floodgate of feelings and emotions for you.<br />xoxJohannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00341166590919510790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158219585502141716.post-55329675134134848622010-02-04T09:10:09.898-08:002010-02-04T09:10:09.898-08:00Coming out of lurkdom :) I recently drove past a ...Coming out of lurkdom :) I recently drove past a few of my old childhood houses...not like I live far, but the feelings those little drive by's bring on make me hypervenilate a little each time...there are some warm memories...but they are covered deep in not so warm memories..<br />I can;t help but cry when I drive past the one my dad built with his own two hands...and the same house he passed in...this last time I was a bit freaked out when a girl, who from afar resembled myself years ago opened the door to let out a shit-zu...the same kind of dog we had while I lived there, she probably wondered why this strange woman was sitting in her car sobbing and stalking her..then I pulled away really fast...Mary Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09444796891965618997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158219585502141716.post-24321085755113104632010-02-04T05:56:09.097-08:002010-02-04T05:56:09.097-08:00Oh friends, I KNEW you'd understand. I feel co...Oh friends, I KNEW you'd understand. I feel connected to each of you knowing that there is a childhood place that still lurks in your dreams and memories too. <br />xoxJohannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00341166590919510790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158219585502141716.post-68628847684586483792010-02-04T00:23:43.355-08:002010-02-04T00:23:43.355-08:00Johanna, I completely understand.
I think what is...Johanna, I completely understand. <br />I think what is strange is to picture other people living in the house which seems to belong forever to you and your memories. I even feel this way about the small school I went to as a child, which I still dream about very often. It is hard for me to accept that time has kept going there, and hundreds of other children call it theirs. For me, in my heart, it belongs only to a certain time, and to me and my classmates. <br />This gave me something to think about....<br />xoDawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13347524768245781298noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158219585502141716.post-25398811822807191982010-02-03T20:42:09.433-08:002010-02-03T20:42:09.433-08:00This made me think about where I used to live. My ...This made me think about where I used to live. My childhood house was swept away in a horrible flood, just months after we moved out. All thats left standing is the deck that my dad built, and the birdhouse that we built together up on the tallest tree. Going back to that place would shatter my composure. When I dream at night, a lot of my dreams take place there. <br /><br />This post really struck a chord with me.Tia Colleenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07055062627149820244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158219585502141716.post-63051527657445103932010-02-03T20:16:48.258-08:002010-02-03T20:16:48.258-08:00it's always such a surreal feeling passing by ...it's always such a surreal feeling passing by the house you grew up in. such a beautiful house though!Meghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14511435494230888483noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158219585502141716.post-61644393210010216922010-02-03T19:57:32.612-08:002010-02-03T19:57:32.612-08:00Wow, 17 years. I've actually never lived ANYWH...Wow, 17 years. I've actually never lived ANYWHERE for more than three years. However, I'm hoping that will change with our current home. This place is just perfect for us & I don't want to leave! At the moment we only rent, but could see eventually asking to buy it -- the woman who owns it raised her family here, but has no intentions of living here again. She's such a wonderful woman.<br />But I digress.. :)Desireehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05248779047139738858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158219585502141716.post-80243731607623181372010-02-03T16:06:21.421-08:002010-02-03T16:06:21.421-08:00Oh I agree! Sometimes memory lane is not a good pl...Oh I agree! Sometimes memory lane is not a good place to go. You have a lovely future with your husband and son, so just look forward.Pinecone Camphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05936393023716568141noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158219585502141716.post-60425413384906523332010-02-03T14:42:44.959-08:002010-02-03T14:42:44.959-08:00There is isn't there? I'm going to bawl wh...There is isn't there? I'm going to bawl when we have to leave our home in Hamilton. That is where we brought Noah home to. I remember that apartment that you lived in.Johannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00341166590919510790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8158219585502141716.post-91422705807568923492010-02-03T12:11:08.866-08:002010-02-03T12:11:08.866-08:00Aw, feelings of home are so strange aren't the...Aw, feelings of home are so strange aren't they? The apartment we lived in when Thane was born brings back so many memories for me. I don't know what it will feel like to enter the home we just moved from (our friends bought it). There's so many memories attached to homes!Victoriahttp://www.tinymuses.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.com