Friday, February 10, 2006
Childhood memories, updated.
One of the bloggers I like to read, lives in the area that I grew up in, down in New Mexico. She has a flickr photostream as well. Part of me wants to ask her to go and find the place we lived when I was a child and photograph the house. Part of me is afraid that if she did that I'd be disappointed or upset by what she would find. Even if I actually asked her and she should agree I'm not sure I could tell her how to find the place. It would be interesting though, to see how close my memory is to how the house actually is. If it's still there and if they hadn't done much to change it in the ... 32? ... years since we left. I guess it's unlikely that things would be the same as when we left, all these years would have brought changes, even if only small ones. Maybe someday I'll go back there and see for myself, if I could find it that is.
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Go see it. Yes, it will be different ... it'll be a lot SMALLER, but it'll get bigger the longer you stay and if you can (and I hope you do) remember how you felt when you were living there ...
Thank you for your comment and for visiting. I do remember how I felt living in that house. I always felt very safe and comfortable in that house. I knew the story about how my Grandfather had built it for his new wife, so it was even more special. I don't know if I'll ever be able to get down there to find the old place again, I'd like to, but in my dreams and memories I visit there often.
Thanks again for stopping by.
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