Friday, March 28, 2014

Meditations on Home

When my adult son comes home for a visit, we joke about the things he would change at home. He makes suggestions for things we need to update or change – the ventilation fan in the bathroom, our outdated DVR, our lumpy sofa. We listen kindly and nod our heads in agreement. But he knows, as we do, there is no money for such improvements these days. But, the funny thing is, I suspect he wouldn’t change a thing even if he could.

Home is place. And place grounds us and often defines us. We may leave home, but as my mother would admonish, “Don’t get too big for your britches.” This is her way of telling us not to forget where we grew up and the small town folk who helped to raise us right.


This home belonged to a kind soul.  My mother called her friend and loved to visit and sit for a chat. She was a seamstress and woman of faith.  She wore a dress every day, never pants, and kept her hair swirled into a bun, wisps of hair tucked back neatly with bobby pins. Never having learned to drive, she walked everywhere in her sensible shoes. She was helpful and loving to everyone.

  
She passed on, and I took my camera for a walk around her home place, remembering. The wind blew the chimes hanging on the porch softly. The last hydrangeas of the season clung to the bushes. A lifetime of things that couldn’t be thrown away or wasted claimed the back porch. Peeping inside the window, I could see a stack of zippers waiting for mending and repairs someone in the community would one day need.



Home is sometimes bittersweet. Whether styled with the latest fashions and gadgets, settling in with age and charm, or overtaken with decrepitude, home is our place.


The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.   
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I’m linking up with Kim Klassen today and my Friday Find is a place of belonging. A real place where home is not defined by perfection, but by the struggles and triumphs we lived under that roof.

22 comments:

  1. What a find! Everything seems to have a personality and charm to it.

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  2. What a wonderful find! Love your photos and words. Yes, the charm as Sarah mentioned. It seems to emerge in the place after a loss.

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  3. So well written and gorgeous photos! Her place is a treasure chest in my book. Sometimes it hurts to think about home. Yes my heart does ache for it since living 1000 miles away.

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  4. What a beautiful post...love this!

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  5. Beautiful photography, I love those vintage glass bottles!

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  6. Beautiful and touching post, Donna !
    Wonderful photos and words !
    Have a nice weekend,
    Sylvia

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  7. I am so happy to find your blog! Stopped by via Kim's place & so glad I did ... you are a fine storyteller, pictorially and word-wise. Lovely stuff, all of it.

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  8. Wonderful, wonderful pics! So sweet and old...

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  9. Beautiful photos Donna. Our daughter, away at college, really doesn't like things to change while she is gone, even though she is here very little over the course of the year.

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  10. I love all your photos, so poignant :)

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  11. Thank you for the beautiful slice of your Mom's home. Well done. Home sweet home.

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  12. Wonderful story. I love how the pictures add to the story by putting things back into place as maybe they had been in another time. A very nice tribute to your mom's friend.

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  13. Love your bottles, such a pretty picture!!!
    Brigitte

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    1. Brigitte, One of the bottles, I believe, is a vintage ink well. Judging from your blog, you value letter writing and so I can see why the bottles would speak to you. The give away you are offering is beautiful, and so I will encourage readers here - Visit Brigitte for a chance to win - by April 3.

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    2. Thank you so much Donna for your nice words on my blog!!!
      Hugs, Brigitte

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  14. Beautifully written! Stationed far away from home for the first time when I joined the army, I learned quickly that it is the small things you miss, the everyday things. Your story post today so beautifully captured that. Thank you for reminding us.

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    1. Diane, I headed over to your blog to say Hi. Hope you are enjoying a cup of coffee this morning, snuggled in your home, enjoying those small and every day things.

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  15. Such cool finds and love that house, so cute and just plain charming.

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  16. a beautiful post with such touching words and photos.

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  17. Beauty.. So much Beauty. That frame is brilliant.

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  18. Im so glad I came onto your blog.
    Happy Weekend.

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