tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123631695572626256.post8682985315282591711..comments2024-03-28T22:51:32.258+00:00Comments on Shadows & Light: This Old HouseSteve Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123631695572626256.post-12519195027390873782015-02-24T03:55:18.286+00:002015-02-24T03:55:18.286+00:00I love the simple and beautiful way you told us th...I love the simple and beautiful way you told us this -- such melancholy and feelings that we can all relate to, I think.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123631695572626256.post-10002752773086470952015-02-23T16:19:02.628+00:002015-02-23T16:19:02.628+00:00I love that picture of you and your mom.
A few y...I love that picture of you and your mom. <br /><br />A few years ago, my dad's family sold the family farm. It was about half a mile from my house and where my grandparents lived before they died. I felt a little melancholy about the house (they tore it down), but really it was this sign of the passage of time that made me sad. The Bughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07509037206264761261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123631695572626256.post-59566726561239197812015-02-23T15:32:34.223+00:002015-02-23T15:32:34.223+00:00What a poignant post...I hope the transition is sm...What a poignant post...I hope the transition is smooth for all of you. I had five childhood homes growing up and sometimes find myself thinking of all of them for different reasons. Give my best to your mom.ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11376645220662546020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123631695572626256.post-90683255540614777242015-02-23T14:47:02.252+00:002015-02-23T14:47:02.252+00:00I love that you shared the old and new photos of t...I love that you shared the old and new photos of the house. I'm so struck by how tall and rooted the trees in the front yard grew and how much they reflect the passage of time. It was a beautiful house to grow up in, and how wonderful to have the lake right there. I feel the melancholy in this post, but less for the physicality of the house than for the memories made there. Im sort of fascinated that both your parents were mathematicians (did I get that right?). Yet you became a writer, an artist, a photographer. I do see their influence in your strong sense of symmetry. Your father had a similar eye in those old photos of the house. Life is just endlessly interesting!37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123631695572626256.post-58348846413636607822015-02-23T14:38:49.760+00:002015-02-23T14:38:49.760+00:00I have so many fond and fun memories of being with...I have so many fond and fun memories of being with you in and around this house.Kevin Woodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01288559372955795301noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123631695572626256.post-40298257093070554982015-02-23T14:28:03.821+00:002015-02-23T14:28:03.821+00:00As I read your post today, I tried to remember if ...As I read your post today, I tried to remember if I felt the same way about my childhood home in Quincy Illinois and I can't recall that I did. I'm sure I must have at the time. Every now and then I'll have a dream that weaves in that house and the town. I moved to Arizona when I was 20 so I've lived here longer than I lived there now. That seems odd to me.<br />I loved these photos of your home. You had such beautiful surroundings growing up. A lot more of nature was available to you than was to me in the confines of a city neighborhood.Sharonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07645915869786296771noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123631695572626256.post-77158435055409647722015-02-23T13:43:15.903+00:002015-02-23T13:43:15.903+00:00Are you trying to make me cry in my office?Are you trying to make me cry in my office?utahDOG!https://www.blogger.com/profile/04574614138539392895noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123631695572626256.post-85686178251734831712015-02-23T13:11:47.458+00:002015-02-23T13:11:47.458+00:00Yes. Hard. I can only imagine and in its way, it w...Yes. Hard. I can only imagine and in its way, it was surely a beautiful house and it and the yard held you and your family as you grew up.<br />Things change, don't they? Sometimes slowly, sometimes all at once. <br />I am glad you've made peace with that particular past. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123631695572626256.post-15864826268807425252015-02-23T12:54:47.792+00:002015-02-23T12:54:47.792+00:00I still miss my grandparents' house in Tulsa (...I still miss my grandparents' house in Tulsa (where I lived for three years and visited often before that) like a person I've lost. I can picture every room and what furniture sat where and even the sounds of it. It's stayed with me longer than any of the other many places I've lived. <br /> It helps that I never saw it after my grandfather died and it was sold to someone else. I can pretend that it - and he - are still there. Martyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02366449267039641100noreply@blogger.com