tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20637018.post3917658375177610344..comments2024-03-09T13:49:36.566-06:00Comments on Prairie Bluestem: Barn of My ChildhoodGenevieve Netzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08004780820713448880noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20637018.post-41177227728616650322006-10-06T21:23:00.000-05:002006-10-06T21:23:00.000-05:00Cather's "The land belongs to the future," is the ...Cather's "The land belongs to the future," is the perfect cap to a long-distance conversation with my eldest about the conviction to recycle.Collagemamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03818246340865714754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20637018.post-71065194566755623572006-10-04T09:30:00.000-05:002006-10-04T09:30:00.000-05:00Me remember? Surely you jest. If Dwight doesn't ...Me remember? Surely you jest. If Dwight doesn't know, I seriously doubt that I do. I will meditate on it, though.Genevieve Netzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08004780820713448880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20637018.post-11614791121566443612006-10-04T08:13:00.000-05:002006-10-04T08:13:00.000-05:00Your brother says that the little "red-headed" guy...Your brother says that the little "red-headed" guy that owned the place before A & D built the barn - he can't remember his name but thinks that you might.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20637018.post-12122967255972895102006-10-03T06:41:00.000-05:002006-10-03T06:41:00.000-05:00I went to Western Blues and copied a comment I wro...I went to <a href="http://westernblues.blogspot.com">Western Blues</a> and copied a comment I wrote there, because it seems to apply here:<br /><br />"I think I have never felt completely "at home" since I left the home where I grew up. It would take some counting to figure out how many places I've lived in since then -- it was one move after another for years. We have been in our current home for 15 years, but I will never really belong here like I would have belonged in my birthplace if I had never left. And I will never find again the peace and safety that I felt in the innocence of my childhood."<br /><br />About a year ago, after breaking her hip, my 88-year-old mother-in-law had to give up her home of 60 years and move to an assisted living home. (This is in Kansas City.) She grieves terribly over the loss of her house even though she knows she couldn't live alone anymore. The truth is, even if she had moved in with one of the daughters, she would still have lost her house. Both of the daughters have major health problems of their own (heart disease, MD, Parkinson's) so probably Mama N. is in the best place possible, but she thinks and talks constantly about her home.Genevieve Netzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08004780820713448880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20637018.post-10528711226612863182006-10-02T08:38:00.000-05:002006-10-02T08:38:00.000-05:00The buildings that help define our past, and in fa...The buildings that help define our past, and in fact ourselves, disappear. My own home, the one I dream about when I dream about home, the one that I have not lived in for nearly 40 years, is now a drugstore. Eventually my mother will leave the her home of those nearly 40 years. I will soon leave my own home, too. And then home will be just the place where I sleep.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com