You Can’t Go Home, Again

You Can't Go Home, Again

You Can’t Go Home, Again

Once, a half century ago, the home was proudly tucked and painted… there was a green trellis trailing with wisteria vines and a long bench covered with potted plants… there was a rocking chair for long rests during the hot humid afternoons and a calico cat snoozing in a sunny circle on the gray porch planks. There were voices calling through the doors – yoo-hoos and howdy-dos.

A half century ago.

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Comments

  1. What a beautiful place!
    Sad that nobody gives it some lovin’ 🙁
    I would take it in a heartbeat!

  2. I love the dark redness of the brick in this; and I can’t help but wonder what the little blue flowers are in the yard along side the cursed dandelions. Lovely piece and I love the sentiment.

  3. In my hometown, all the ‘old’ brick is that very color – dark and rich. And you’ll laugh – the little blue flowers are lovely violets. I once picked bunches of them every day for my grandmother and great-grandmother whom I lived with.

  4. This one touches my heart. Thanks for putting your best stuff out there.

  5. Old homes draw me closer, not because of the brick and mortar, but because I’m the curious type. I always wonder who lived there…what experiences they shared…what ever happened to them. If these walls could only talk…

  6. What parties were held in the backyard? How many weddings? How many skinned knees & giggling children? I can see the people of yesterday enjoying the house. I hope the house returns.

  7. Was this your home??? Whenever I’m in the neighborhood and have the time, I like to visit places that I used to call home. As objectively as I can, I can honestly say that none of them ever appear as ‘loved’ as when we lived there. It makes me sad on the one hand, but also lets me know that I take my ‘home’ with me, where ever I go…

  8. I lived in this house until I left to go to college.

  9. Nicole ~ it was a lovely old house

    Pat ~ thanks

    Photo B. ~ I’m attracted to the history of houses I pass, too.

    gandalf ~ some fine parties, I’m sure.

  10. This is so true — you can’t go home again. The photo and the words are amazing. Is anyone living in it as far as you know?

  11. There is an owner and part of the home is rented, part is hopefully slated to be rehabbed. That was the plan last I heard.

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