Home
When
we were kids we would make frequent trips to visit my Grandparents.
My paternal Grandparents had moved to the Grand Lake area before I
was born, leaving my Father’s hometown of Neodesha, Kansas, and we
called these trips to the lake. I loved that land, the house, the
docks, the cabin, and the water. I still miss it.
My maternal
Grandparents have lived in the same house since the 1950’s. My Mama
was raised in that house and when we would jump in the car to make
the 2 hour drive I would hear her say that she was ‘Going Home’.
Commenting on Home can be difficult for me, when I go home
from work each day I pull into a slightly illegal driveway and climb
stairs to a 3rd floor apartment. I have a family in New Jersey, I have my husband’s
family too, but it’s still not 100% home. My Mama has lived in
Oklahoma for more than 30 years and I don’t think it’s 100% home
for her either.
I have had the privilege of traveling to the
Blue Ridge Mountains, near the border of Maryland and Pennsylvania,
with my Grandma many times. I’ve held her hand has she walked the
road that leads to the house where she was born and I’ve heard her
say that the old house is her home. My Grandma Lou has lived in
Kansas for well over 60 years and the house that she hasn’t stepped
foot in since the 1930’s still feels like home to her.
The
old saying goes, Home is where the heart is, and I believe this to be
true. Don’t we all leave little pieces of our heart everywhere we
go? Part of Home for me is on the residential street in East Tulsa, my parents house in Verdigris, the Condo on Boston, and
our apartment in Jersey City.
I guess all of these places are home, in one way or another.
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| new favorite tshirt |
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| Always on Tulsa Time |
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| Grandma Lou's Church in the Blue Ridge Mountains |
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| Jersey City and Midtown Manhattan |
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| Jersey City |
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| A Door from my Grandma Marge's home in Kansas |
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| Downtown Tulsa |
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| Verdigris. |
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