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Home is…

Recently I made an unexpected trip home…to see my parents.  The reason for my visit was a somber occasion.  One of my Dad’s sisters passed away after a lengthy battle with lung cancer.

 It’s a funny thing…the place we call Home.  For some people their idea of home or going home is associated with the place where they grew up.  For some it is the actual house they grew up in…a place filled with childhood memories.  For others Home is associated with the city or town where they grew up.  They have detailed memories of days gone by…waiting for them around every corner. 

I do not associate home with either the town where I grew up or the house I grew up in …This is most likely due to the fact that my family moved around a lot…There are three distinct houses from my childhood each in a different city and I have wonderful memories from all of them…however, when I think of home none of these places come to mind.  They are just places where I lived when I was growing up. 

I once remarked to a friend that I was going home for the weekend…and I was surprised by her response…she said you mean you are going to see your parents.  I said yes…I am going home.  She shared with me that she no longer considered her parents house or the place she grew up as her home…Home to her was where she currently lived.  Her comment gave me pause and I began to ponder why is it that I still refer to going to see my parents as going home when they no longer live in the house I grew up in…

Even though I have never lived in my parents current home, when I think of visiting them…I always associate it with going home.  They have lived in their home for almost 20 years… but I have no childhood memories of this place.  No memories of late nights giggling with girlfriends or of prom pictures taken in front of the fireplace.  No memories of family movie nights or well deserved time outs or month-long loss of privileges or boys coming by to pick me for a date.   However, it still feels like going home…

It’s because…You see…I associate home with people…for me Home is a feeling!  It is warm and cozy…it is safe and secure…it is my favorite foods in the fridge…it is easy conversations…it is familiar…it is afternoon naps on the sofa, LSU football games on the TV…it is my Dad asking me to get him a glass of tea…it is my Mom whipping up something delicious in the kitchen, it is one of my sisters telling us a crazy story and the rest of us laughing until our cheeks hurt, it is the sounds of my son playing his video games or my husband laying out the plans for his next project…it is the sounds of my family living life together wherever we are…for me, this is Home!

Sometimes you hear people refer to someones death as a home-coming…The bible tells us that God has prepared a place for us…a heavenly home…a home like none we have ever known…the bible also promises that for those who put their faith in Jesus that they will have eternal life…that they will be reunited with those who have gone before them…When I think of my loved ones who have passed from this life to the next…and have been called Home…I never think of the house they will dwell in…I think of all of the family and friends that have already gone home and the wonderful family reunion that they are experiencing…

Home is…where the heart is and for me my heart is always with my family!

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A Rose-Colored Memory…

Have you ever taken a trip down memory lane?  I don’t know about you but my trips are far more romantic in nature than the reality ever was.  Everything is remembered through rose-colored glasses.  The house was bigger, the trees were taller, the colors were brighter and of course the people were younger.   However, when I have had the opportunity to actually stop by the place remembered, it turns out that memories are usually a far cry from reality.

My Memory!

My Dad grew up on the bayou with his Parents and three brothers and five sisters.  He and my Mom met in highschool, married and moved to the city.  I grew up a city girl, but I spent plenty of time on the bayou. 

One of my Uncles and his family lived on the bayou when I was growing up.  It was a wide meandering slow-moving bayou surrounded by swampy marshland, two lakes and a river.   I spent plenty of  time with my cousins along the banks of that bayou;  fishing, crabbing and playing. 

The old house was sandwiched between the bayou and the railroad tracks.   The house had a screened in porch and was tall enough for someone to walk under.  During the summer months we slept with the windows open and I would lay awake listening to the lonesome sound of the train whistle and the  splash of the fish on the water. 

At night the swamp would come alive with the sounds of nocturnal critters moving around and the glowing red eyes of the gators as they searched for their evening meal.  And sometimes I would scare myself thinking about what else might be lurking out there in the swamp.

Reality!

Recently, I was in NOLA for an extended weekend.  My husband and I decided to take a little detour from our route just to see what we might see.  I could hardly believe that it had been 20 years since my last visit to this place where I spent a wonderful part of my childhood.

My cousins still own the house but now it is referred to as “The Camp”.  The house is much smaller than I remember.   The only person that might be able to walk under it would be a two-year old and the screened porch has been enclosed. 

The bayou seems much more narrow and not nearly as mysterious as I remember it.  There are twice as many homes or camps on the bayou these days.  I noticed that the Department of Wildlife and Fisheries has taken up residence in the area.  And I couldn’t help but also notice that there were several homes and camps that were destroyed by the most recent hurricanes.   But life on the bayou continues today much as it did all those years ago when I was a little girl living, laughing and loving my time spent on the bayou.

It was quite, not too much happening on this particularly hot August afternoon.  The place was incredibly peaceful not a soul in sight.  There wasn’t a breeze to be had and the water on the bayou was as smooth as glass. And although it doesn’t look very much like I remember it…it sure was a sight to see!

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