But like Thomas Wolfe says, in his novel, You Can't Go Home Again, using the voice of the protagonist George Webber, "You can't go back home to your family, back home to your childhood, ... back home to a young man's dreams of glory and of fame ... back home to places in the country, back home to the old forms and systems of things which once seemed everlasting but which are changing all the time..."
This weekend, I got some pictures from Photojournalist Punkn and one of her pictures really made me sit back and ponder things. Somehow, the cresting rise of the hill, and the pleasant boyhood home that lies behind it, further obscured by a tree drapped in freshly-budded green tantalized me... I could almost hear the shouts of the schoolmates playing a game of baseball in the big vacant lot in the valley, looked upon by the cows slowly chewing the tasty cud of the seasons first green grass...
Country roads... take me home...
Surely there is an apple pie, fresh-made vanilla ice cream as well as a small stream to splash some smooth stones into over that hill...
I'm sure Mrs. Delores Pointyhead has some fresh gossip for her good friend Mrs. Elma Perkytop - she's made a point to meet her neighbor at the mailbox that bright, promising, spring day.
I can even hear "Oh, you'll never hear one of us repeating gossip.. So you better be sure and listen close the first time!" the ladies on Hee Haw used to sing on TV all those years ago...
But you can't go home again no matter how badly you yearn to...
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that picture could be taken right around here..
im only nostalgic for days before i was a diabetic..when i ate blue bell ice cream and drank lots of dublin dr. pepper without worrying about anything but a weight gain..sigh*
hmmm I'm not so sure about that Iggy...I've yearned to "go home" for years and 2 years ago I returned home and will stay here until I die. Sometimes you can I suppose.
well I aint never lived no more then 12 miles or so from where I live now...... and been in my little house way to long I think.... maybe I need somewhere else to call home....
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I'd love to go home again, but I know what I remember of "home" doesn't exist anymore. My "home" only exists in my memories.
Would be interesting to hear what Delores and Elma are talking about.
Where is home, really? For some people, it's where they grew up and where family still is (like for hubby). For others, whose family scattered to the 4 corners, home is where you feel the deepest connection. Yes, I grew up in NY and have some fond memories of my years there. However, that isnt home for me. The one place that was hardest to leave and I'd go back to in a heartbeat is Texas. I feel more deeply connected there than anywhere else in the world.
I've lived in NYC my whole life, but sometimes I wished I'd moved more, seen more. Then maybe I'd miss being here and in turn make me appreciate it even more.
There's still time though. I'm young.
Home is where the heart is. (i think i've read that a few times over the years)
I hope you feel better today. *hugs*
Well, ChicagoLady, what little I overheard, they were talking about the Preacher's daughter, Ellie Mae. And her being scandelous, only wearing one stripe (gasp!) and going around topless.
Then Elma said she overheard Billie Jean saying Ellie Mae's current beau was taking Extenze, she seen it in his mailbox and they both just shook their head saying there wasn't nothing wrong with their men... 'cept that Delore's man, Henry is using those brand-new Depends for OCHAs like she seen from a SuperBowl ad. Not to be outdone, Elma quickly countered the only trouble with her George is, ya know, he falls asleep on the rocker on the front porch and does nothing all day long.
"Why," said Elma, "They could be doing some illegal breeding right there on the front yard in front of him, making them orange sheeps, and ol' George be right snorin' away. I really wish he'd get up off his ass and get my Internet working, I think the hamster that runs around the wheel powerin' things is goofin' off as bad as George!"
And then I heard Dolores saying, "Speaking of the 'net! Just this very morning I was reading them there newfangled blog thingies on da Internet, when I saw this poll for mens underwear! Get a load of this, Elma, they have Haines with OCHA prints on 'em now! Don't that just beat all?! And Elma! I seen this pair of squirrel thongs! If Henry ever wore those things, I'd be blushing like a newlywed bride for sure!"
And that, ChicagoLady, is all I overheard... This time.
You are spooking me out with how you bring the OCHA's to life... I am home but if I ever moved away from here, I'd be hit with a huge wave of nostalgia. Did you evesdrop on Delores and Elma's conversation?
I love reading your blog, Iggy. It almost always has something on it to make me smile.
There is a great song by Billy Joel called You're My Home and I think it sums up how I feel about being home.
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