tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994548621354458694.post2495966764582750199..comments2023-10-10T07:43:15.439-04:00Comments on Tia Bach, Author: House that Grew MeTia Bachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18336780518125138789noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994548621354458694.post-4864935793262345472011-07-27T09:47:10.195-04:002011-07-27T09:47:10.195-04:00Alana, This post was hard. For me, home is a frame...Alana, This post was hard. For me, home is a frame of a mind and not a frame. I envy people who have many memories wrapped in one home, but then I hear about your experience (and Pamela's). I can't imagine having that home devastated in some way. It is truly sad. <br /><br />Thanks for stopping by to share!Tia Bachhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18336780518125138789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994548621354458694.post-14778695056402921932011-07-26T21:02:09.527-04:002011-07-26T21:02:09.527-04:00I can't go home. The neighborhood I grew up i...I can't go home. The neighborhood I grew up in is a slum (northeast Bronx). The apartment building I grew up in still stands but I would never dare set foot in it. With that background I feel for Pamela. So sad....at least I can still visit my neighborhood virtually through Google Earth.bookwormhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06589840841266507266noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994548621354458694.post-69496850112958838492011-07-23T21:11:38.316-04:002011-07-23T21:11:38.316-04:00Thank you all for joining me on a sad memory walk....Thank you all for joining me on a sad memory walk. Maybe we can't go home, but we can slow down in our busy lives and reflect. It was a tremendous reminder to me to cherish family, friends, and memories. I praise God for gifting me so much, even the structures we grew up in that allowed us to laugh and love within its walls.<br /><br />Angela SilverthorneAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994548621354458694.post-70221015852198839212011-07-23T16:27:55.387-04:002011-07-23T16:27:55.387-04:00Thanks, Peggy Lee. I'll pass it on to Mom, she...Thanks, Peggy Lee. I'll pass it on to Mom, she'll love it!Tia Bachhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18336780518125138789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994548621354458694.post-2802383659155360902011-07-23T16:18:43.667-04:002011-07-23T16:18:43.667-04:00Beautiful and bittersweet, Tia.Beautiful and bittersweet, Tia.PeggyLee Hansonhttp://www.inspiration4encouragement2supportu.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994548621354458694.post-72171221312517452142011-07-23T15:33:16.220-04:002011-07-23T15:33:16.220-04:00Pamela, Thanks for stopping by. I can't imagin...Pamela, Thanks for stopping by. I can't imagine the Hurricane Katrina devastation. My heart goes out to you, and everyone who lost their homes, and worse, their loved ones. <br /><br />Kate, It's hard. I'm somewhat thankful that I don't have a structure to visit, only my memories and the people I love.<br /><br />Ali, Your son is sweet and very smart!<br /><br />Lori, Glad you get to go back and relive memories.<br /><br />Thanks to everyone for stopping by.Tia Bachhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18336780518125138789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994548621354458694.post-34875547309216456852011-07-23T13:36:27.401-04:002011-07-23T13:36:27.401-04:00My house was flooded by Hurricane Katrina but stil...My house was flooded by Hurricane Katrina but still stands, renovated and restructured for the new owners. But Mr.Frank's house next door no longer exists; it's a slab. My friend Camille's house had the black 'X' of demolition sprayed everywhere... the Couvillions', the Jacksons'... all gone. My old neighborhood is like another planet- some homes crooked & awaiting the bulldozer right next to slabs of six foot tall weeds, then pristine, immaculate houses with manicured yards and zinnias four feet away. Surreal. <br />My husband just sold his mother's home-- his mom, who traveled the world and remarried at the age of 75, is now silent with Alzheimer's. We emptied best we could, but so much had been hoarded-- receipts from the 70's, photos, travel souvenirs. It wasn't possible to keep it all, distribute it all... so much went to waste. <br />But the memories lingered that last day inside. <br />I hope the new families who have our old homes are making new memories to keep those walls standing a little longer. <br />Thanks for the bittersweet nostalgia.Pamela Masonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06350308693959960754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994548621354458694.post-82165466176639072912011-07-23T11:04:58.110-04:002011-07-23T11:04:58.110-04:00I 'visit' home everytime we travel back to...I 'visit' home everytime we travel back to our birth city. (Rob & I & and kids were born in the same hospital in the same city) <br /><br />When we go back for a visit, I drive by the 3 places we lived - just to remind myself of the good memories.<br /><br />We've been blessed that none of the places have changed too much in the 10 years we've been gone... What it's taught me is that all things are for a time. Enjoy the time you're there.Lori Fergusonhttp://www.encourageyourspouse.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994548621354458694.post-17290569052422131472011-07-23T10:56:47.257-04:002011-07-23T10:56:47.257-04:00While i would not want to go home again, I occasio...While i would not want to go home again, I occasionally like to drive by the house where I grew up. Being 2500 miles away, I rarely get there. The new owners changed the yard and replaced the upstairs sundeck with an enlarged bedroom. I doubt I'd even want to go inside. The feel is too different.<br />Anyway, as my son taught me, memories live in your heart. I hold them dear.Ali Biermanhttp://howtohaveamazingrelationships.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994548621354458694.post-59397438851644596672011-07-23T09:30:39.086-04:002011-07-23T09:30:39.086-04:00No. Because although our memories are suspended in...No. Because although our memories are suspended in time, we have changed and home has changed. I went back this past fall for my 35th high school reunion. It was hard seeing folks I hadn't seen in so many years and realizing 1) I was no longer the person they knew and 2) I didn't know them at all. Then I drove through my old town (none of my family lived there anymore) and sat in my car outside my old house and sobbed! It was all so different.<br /><br />No, I don't think you can go back. So I won't return but I'll keep my memories as a keepsake.Kate @ Teaching What Is Goodhttp://teachingwhatisgood.comnoreply@blogger.com