Miranda Lambert was trying to recollect in her song about the house she grew up in. She was probably trying to recollect about how that how was instrumental in shaping her as a person.
I loved this post and the reactions to it by readers. Tears rolled down my face as I watched the Miranda Lambert video. I don’t even know why but that’s okay. Maybe because my 99 year old father is showing sins of his age and failing well-being, and some people simply seem like they’ll always be here. I lost my nearly 15 year old beloved dog to old age last December and for months prior I’d stare at his eyes and say, “You aren’t telling me you’re going to die, that you want to die, are you?” It didn’t seem possible.
From 1941 to 1944, we lived in a house in Bremerton, WA, near the Puget Sound Navy Yard, and when I looked it up on line a few years ago, I found that it was listed for sale with interior photos! The front bedroom was now a dining room, and the dining room a bedroom, but much of it was the same--including the kitchen, which had new appliances, but the old cabinets and breakfast nook
I drove past the house I grew up in, in Augusta, Georgia. I do not approve of the changes made to the exterior, but I would so love to go inside and see the rooms that were a part of my childhood, aged 5-18. Perhaps it’s just as well: I would be left with sadness that it has been changed so much in the 50+ years since my parents sold the house. I will hold onto my memories.
Thanks.the sing really hit me as I moved with family to Dallas 3 years ago and left the house I had liived in for 20 years and said go bye to my loving wife in. Ironically we all are going on a trip back to the area of the house tomorrow. And I have been trying to decide whether I would go by y house. It is raising lots of mixed feelings. At 82 I guess I am going by where my wife is resting and let her help me decide. I am in a spin there will be so many good and sad memories.
I have lived in several homes and cities in the US and a few abroad. Each time I go back to visit these places, I drive by the various places I lived, with friends, the former love, ones I bought and lived in myself, the one my mom came to live with me for awhile while she struggled through cancer treatments, and more. Each brings with it happy memories, bittersweet memories, and some have me work through anger and deep sadness again. Ultimately, I love the ritual of going back to see them, and feeling in my chest and my bones the time passed and the constant changes and growth I have embraced, sometimes willingly and sometimes not. Thankful to have had homes to visit and memories to walk away with a spectrum of emotions. Far too many people are displaced or fleeing violence and poverty, and have no real sense of place to call home.
I love this so much. I've gone back to my old home in Choctaw, OK, but didn't have the courage to ask to go in. It Shai reminds me of Mary Chapin Carpenter's song called "I Am a Town"
Indeed, Dan, "Life requires leaving the past behind," but memories can be cherished 'til the end. And so it is with Edie and I, as we cherish our memories of raising our four children, while living in the same house for 47 years.
Thanks for this lovely song. Even though I don’t feel that way about the house where I grew up, this song stirs powerful memories of the past which bring out feelings I can identify with. I enjoyed it.
Credit cards have problems all the time but I'm finding it impossible to change my method of payment to another card whereas the whole proceedure should be barebones simple. Really!
Miranda Lambert was trying to recollect in her song about the house she grew up in. She was probably trying to recollect about how that how was instrumental in shaping her as a person.
I loved this post and the reactions to it by readers. Tears rolled down my face as I watched the Miranda Lambert video. I don’t even know why but that’s okay. Maybe because my 99 year old father is showing sins of his age and failing well-being, and some people simply seem like they’ll always be here. I lost my nearly 15 year old beloved dog to old age last December and for months prior I’d stare at his eyes and say, “You aren’t telling me you’re going to die, that you want to die, are you?” It didn’t seem possible.
From 1941 to 1944, we lived in a house in Bremerton, WA, near the Puget Sound Navy Yard, and when I looked it up on line a few years ago, I found that it was listed for sale with interior photos! The front bedroom was now a dining room, and the dining room a bedroom, but much of it was the same--including the kitchen, which had new appliances, but the old cabinets and breakfast nook
I drove past the house I grew up in, in Augusta, Georgia. I do not approve of the changes made to the exterior, but I would so love to go inside and see the rooms that were a part of my childhood, aged 5-18. Perhaps it’s just as well: I would be left with sadness that it has been changed so much in the 50+ years since my parents sold the house. I will hold onto my memories.
Lovely! It resonates so.
Thanks.the sing really hit me as I moved with family to Dallas 3 years ago and left the house I had liived in for 20 years and said go bye to my loving wife in. Ironically we all are going on a trip back to the area of the house tomorrow. And I have been trying to decide whether I would go by y house. It is raising lots of mixed feelings. At 82 I guess I am going by where my wife is resting and let her help me decide. I am in a spin there will be so many good and sad memories.
I have lived in several homes and cities in the US and a few abroad. Each time I go back to visit these places, I drive by the various places I lived, with friends, the former love, ones I bought and lived in myself, the one my mom came to live with me for awhile while she struggled through cancer treatments, and more. Each brings with it happy memories, bittersweet memories, and some have me work through anger and deep sadness again. Ultimately, I love the ritual of going back to see them, and feeling in my chest and my bones the time passed and the constant changes and growth I have embraced, sometimes willingly and sometimes not. Thankful to have had homes to visit and memories to walk away with a spectrum of emotions. Far too many people are displaced or fleeing violence and poverty, and have no real sense of place to call home.
Thanks, Dan!
I love this so much. I've gone back to my old home in Choctaw, OK, but didn't have the courage to ask to go in. It Shai reminds me of Mary Chapin Carpenter's song called "I Am a Town"
I have often re-visited the homes I grew up in. Memories can sometimes put life into perspective. Thank you for sharing this amazing song.
This is a beautiful song and story - and speaks to a universal longing. Thank you for the morning happy tears.
Couldn’t have said it better ❤️
Beautiful!
I think too many of us have lost this connection--to the house where we grew up, the family that surrounded us, the neighborhood that was "our turf."
Indeed, Dan, "Life requires leaving the past behind," but memories can be cherished 'til the end. And so it is with Edie and I, as we cherish our memories of raising our four children, while living in the same house for 47 years.
Thanks for this lovely song. Even though I don’t feel that way about the house where I grew up, this song stirs powerful memories of the past which bring out feelings I can identify with. I enjoyed it.
Credit cards have problems all the time but I'm finding it impossible to change my method of payment to another card whereas the whole proceedure should be barebones simple. Really!
Doreen Langmead