tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972303700635004202.post1073913647511257535..comments2024-03-27T13:00:23.279-06:00Comments on Letters from Lin: Article #40 Where is Home?Great Grandma Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11791149428495689835noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972303700635004202.post-81648740341638137072009-02-01T20:10:00.000-07:002009-02-01T20:10:00.000-07:00In the now, "home is where the heart is" - that is...In the now, "home is where the heart is" - that is the ones you love that love you and your time spent together - precious memories. Then, there's the old homestead (if there is one), where your roots are - where you grew up and the memories that were made there.dellgirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04620967832227857674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972303700635004202.post-70885234513915220052009-02-01T14:05:00.000-07:002009-02-01T14:05:00.000-07:00About four years after Wayne and I were married, I...About four years after Wayne and I were married, I mentioned I wanted to go HOME for a week or so and spend some time with my recently widowed mother. I'll never forget the look on my sweet hubby's face as he said, "I thought your HOME was with me now".<BR/><BR/>The point here is that HOME means different things at different times in all of our lives. The HOME where I raised my children will wispy willowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10194020052008879681noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972303700635004202.post-63555507153130799212009-01-31T22:47:00.000-07:002009-01-31T22:47:00.000-07:00Home....is about memories..but many of my childhoo...Home....is about memories..but many of my childhood memories of my home are not pleasant..Maybe I will talk about them sometimes. But I made my own home for my husband and daughter...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972303700635004202.post-55234631255967596972009-01-31T05:31:00.000-07:002009-01-31T05:31:00.000-07:00Lin,The idea of home and of going home are constan...Lin,<BR/>The idea of home and of going home are constantly in question these days. I think there is tremendous value in feeling a part of a place. I say this as a New Englander whose family has been here for 400 years. I know, too, that family moves along and down the roads and that finding them again is also home. It's a lesson I struggle with quite a lot. I know a family who left NJ for CT in SandyCarlsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10752798823532580733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972303700635004202.post-83173328802914683152009-01-30T14:20:00.000-07:002009-01-30T14:20:00.000-07:00I don't think I have ever seen a picture of my gre...I don't think I have ever seen a picture of my great grand father. But I remember that store well. I always loved going there, we got to pick out one piece of candy. Great picture.Katherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13943117237112188416noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972303700635004202.post-2074475783883007992009-01-30T11:00:00.000-07:002009-01-30T11:00:00.000-07:00That's alot of snow!!!! I love the picture of the...That's alot of snow!!!! I love the picture of the store...Biggie always let me pick out a candy and drink a Sunkist out of the bottle.alianneteehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08960647045635550749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972303700635004202.post-7311331532002265612009-01-30T09:27:00.000-07:002009-01-30T09:27:00.000-07:00This is a cool post, Lin. My great grandparents a...This is a cool post, Lin. My great grandparents also owned a general store in Scranton, Pa. I will have to find and post a picture too.<BR/><BR/>DC feels like home to me most of the time. I was there this weekend and ran into at least five old friends in the temple. Made me miss it.Jocelyn Christensenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10342635172904848811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972303700635004202.post-88520391946792327152009-01-30T09:15:00.000-07:002009-01-30T09:15:00.000-07:00I had a discussion about this topic recently when...I had a discussion about this topic recently when asked what was my home town. To me, that will always be Detroit, where I was raised, but that usage seems to be shifting to include one's current place of residence.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972303700635004202.post-39660517381049485782009-01-30T08:32:00.000-07:002009-01-30T08:32:00.000-07:00Hey, I read your article in a small paper while wa...Hey, I read your article in a small paper while waiting for hubby's flight last night. Good for you.<BR/><BR/>You're right, home isn't so much about a place as it is about the people and memories of your time together.Jo, a retired teacherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07802261544848161766noreply@blogger.com