Thursday, May 4, 2017

Where your heart is.

 I found myself in a time that I needed to go back to the place I was born. Looking for I don't know what, needing to walk the roads, smell the air, see the familiar trees, the barns, the house.
 My brother and his wife own it now-the place I wrote about in the post, "A feather, caught."
They have worked so hard on this place that we all love. Our dad built that house. He actually cut the trees and had them sawed up to build it.
 The old milk barn is not owned by our family now. It's down the road about a minute's walk from the house. I spent a lot of time there when I was a kid-my brother too, of course. Now I just love the rustic beauty, the time shown in the barn's 'face' - like beautiful wrinkles.
I will paint from my photos.

 This is the other barn, near my brother and his wife's house. They restored the barn-made sure it will last another 100 years or more.
 I came back because I needed to look out in order to look within.

 My brother made the pond bigger. This is where our grandpa took us fishing. The farm dog, Lassie, was always with us. We never kept the fish we caught.
 When I was a child, I saw this. I saw those hills.
 Here are the remnants of the same lilac bush where my daddy found me and played tea party with me. I know my brother saved what he could of it, because I told him that memory. We treasure those memories; to remember is to hear his voice, see him again. It's been so long since our Dad passed, and my brother was too young to remember him. So my memories are important to him too.
I love that about my brother.
Where is home?

It's full of people and laughter, some tears.
It's always inside somewhere
longing to get out again and play.
A place protected from time~
it's in your heart...


A bird in the hand said...

A beautiful post. Such a charming place, too. I hope you make some paintings (from the photo of the window, and those beautiful trees, for instance).
PS. I'm still on Etsy. Business is so-so at the best of times but until I find another similar outlet, I decided to stay, while taking all precautions ;)

Barbara said...

I know that feeling well, but when I've returned things were totally different. . Your childhood home is beautiful, and you are fortunate it stayed in your family. Lovely photos!

sonja said...

lovely heartfelt post! beautiful photos!!
How wonderful to be able to revisit your childhood home
and revisit memories.
How wonderful your brother and his wife are taking care now!

Studio Maywyn said...

Beautiful home, and words sharing it
Lilac trees are fairly easy to start another by re-planting the suckers. Do you have one at your now home from your born home?

Carol- Beads and Birds said...

You are so lucky to have wonderful memories that you can relive when you visit your brother. It's wonderful that the home has stayed in your family.

When I return home, it's a visit to Lake Michigan. I spent so much time on the beach. I had a terrible childhood, but memories of the beach and fishing off the pier are good.
xx, Carol

jenclair said...

Such a beautiful area! A lifetime of memories stored in the land and buildings waiting for your visit to rekindle emotions. It is funny how sometimes "important" events are harder to recall than the memories certain places evoke.

Penny said...

What a beautiful post!! For many of us our childhood homes are long gone -- taken down by 'progress'! What a beautiful legacy your parents left to their children.

Trish said...

What a wonderful home your Dad made for you all..such love and memories bound up in that special place! You are so blessed to be able to go back there. My childhood home no longer exists. It was just a humble little dwelling but filled with so much life and all the special times that made it "home" for us. It has gone from the street now...but will always be in my heart! Bless you, Debra xx