In their later years, my grandparents wished to revisit their original home (cabin) in Missouri. My father took them there. It was by then a little deserted cabin in a wooded area. They commented it was not the same. Last year, I went by the home of my childhood. Nothing was the same. We can return to the site in our later years, but it is never the same. It is best kept in our memory, a home filled with laughter and love, filled with faces of our parents and siblings and those we loved, now long gone. My lady with the umbrella is learning that you truly can't go home again. Thanks for indulging me!
This very beautiful and with a moving back story. What a lovely creation and you are so right. We just can not go back. Hugs June x
ReplyDeleteThis very beautiful and with a moving back story. What a lovely creation and you are so right. We just can not go back. Hugs June x
ReplyDeleteSimply Gorgeous love that old house ...beautiful Bev.
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful and nostalgic, Bev. My childhood home is still standing some 10 miles from where I live now. My one and only drive past was many years ago and once was enough because for all the happy memories it prompted there were very sad ones as well. I resist going back.
ReplyDeleteThis has a great wistful feel to me. I love what you've created here. It's full of emotion.
ReplyDeleteIt's just true you write, Bev. You cant return concretely to the old.
ReplyDeleteYour interpretation is beautifu. Love the colours.
Well done, a great editor.
ReplyDeleteIt´s a very mysic atmosphäre !
Greetings from Germany
Oh this is beautiful with good memories for you and for us to read.
ReplyDeleteThis very beautiful and with a moving back story.
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful Bev!
ReplyDeleteLove your family story and this beautifully made collage.
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