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I watched a bulldozer push our old home down I was amazed that something we thought might protect us from a falling bomb, did in fact shelter us for many years. A couple of hours and it had disappeared for ever.
posted by
C_C_T
on November 22, 2013 at 6:32 AM
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TAPS
Such a sweet nostalgia. I love Nora Jones too. Be blessed....
posted by
Justi
on November 21, 2013 at 11:19 PM
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Yes, its hard to forget what as children we considered home... and home seems to be a theme tonight :-) xoxoxo
posted by
Sinome
on November 21, 2013 at 9:40 PM
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My parents have been gone for more than twenty years, the farm sold 40 years ago...yet until I came here it was still home in my heart.
posted by
Kabu
on November 21, 2013 at 7:36 PM
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TAPS
I understand completely! The house I grew up in has long since been sold, and it's very, very far. I have been by there a few times, and every time it was tugging at my heart strings...And what a great picture of that beautiful, happily smiling young lady - is that you or your sister? 
posted by
Nautikos
on November 21, 2013 at 4:59 PM
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I understand completely. My parents were the original owners of the house I grew up in, and they lived there for over 40 years. It was heartbreaking when they sold it and moved to Florida. I couldn't bear the thought of other people living in my house! But now, whenever I see it, those same types of memories come rushing back. It's sad but wonderful at the same time . . . 
posted by
JimmyA
on November 21, 2013 at 1:44 PM
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How sweet to have those memories, and to see them still
when you go by your old home. I love the narrative as you write it.
posted by
Pat_B
on November 21, 2013 at 12:16 PM
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You do a great job at bringing those memories to life.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on November 21, 2013 at 10:36 AM
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