You Can't Go Home, Again

by Bo on 04/29/2008

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.

{ 11 comments… read them below or add one }

Nicole April 29, 2008 at 11:52 pm

What a beautiful place!
Sad that nobody gives it some lovin’ :(
I would take it in a heartbeat!

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aullori April 30, 2008 at 1:14 am

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.

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Bo April 30, 2008 at 6:41 am

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.

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Pat Denino April 30, 2008 at 8:57 am

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

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Photo Buffet April 30, 2008 at 10:16 am

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…

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Gandalf April 30, 2008 at 11:34 am

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.

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Grace April 30, 2008 at 6:16 pm

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…

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Bo April 30, 2008 at 6:37 pm

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

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Bo May 1, 2008 at 2:41 pm

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.

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ybonesy May 5, 2008 at 6:59 pm

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?

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Bo May 5, 2008 at 9:43 pm

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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