tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134119245431811847.post23255421050924575..comments2023-10-29T00:28:58.145-07:00Comments on Boomer Bits and Bytes: alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07799800989490539736noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134119245431811847.post-63053693197888768242012-10-30T07:33:38.796-07:002012-10-30T07:33:38.796-07:00We like to know we have "roots"--even if...We like to know we have "roots"--even if home isn't the place they always have to take you in, because of family circumstances. Everyone's made good points here. Sometimes we have to create our own "nests" and I think that we can approach this task with a certain creativity and freedom, not being trapped by the past. Make that nest what YOU want it to be. :)Babs Mountjoyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03910576655068155166noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134119245431811847.post-17630652808356989632012-10-29T08:10:14.398-07:002012-10-29T08:10:14.398-07:00I can definitely feel your pain. I only knew one g...I can definitely feel your pain. I only knew one grandparent and that not all that well. We were the family that moved into her home place, and later were forced to relocate so my father could get work. My parents' home was sold so they could scale down to a condo, which was also sold later. I am divorced with my daughter's blessings, so her visits "home" include step-parents. I've often shared my regrets with her that she doesn't have a happy "home" to come home to. She lives 425 miles away with her family including my three grandkids. I am writing books for children, and feel I must do so in a vacuum.Janice D. Greenhttp://honeycombadventures.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134119245431811847.post-15796288834664457532012-08-19T12:51:54.017-07:002012-08-19T12:51:54.017-07:00It's true that home is where the heart is, and...It's true that home is where the heart is, and like you say, Gail, sometimes that takes a bit of work to bring to reality. Thanks for leaving your wise words. :)Babs Mountjoyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03910576655068155166noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134119245431811847.post-83662633299760272352012-08-18T05:11:14.860-07:002012-08-18T05:11:14.860-07:00Your post is lovely, Barbara. Creates a nostalgic ...Your post is lovely, Barbara. Creates a nostalgic feeling in me, but family rifts can cause creases in the pictures, and that 'old welcoming place' can change. We all hope it won't happen in OUR family, but I look around at many friends, and it DOES happen.<br /><br />In such situations our generation has the delight of creating a new "Grandma's house" for our own grandchildren - at least, this is my reality. Reading your post reminded me of how important that is, even though it can be exhausting! Thank you so much. <br /><br />Gail K.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134119245431811847.post-40853537380354696682012-08-17T11:25:38.996-07:002012-08-17T11:25:38.996-07:00It's truly a transit world today, Barbara. I c...It's truly a transit world today, Barbara. I can well identify with those feelings. Both sets of my grandparents lived in the same town and house all of their married lives. Our son is on the mission field with his wife, our daughter and grands are in China, as her hubbies business sent him over. I want those old Sunday dinners with family members and lazy summer afternoons riding bikes with my girl friends. Thomas Wolfe always wrote "Look Homeward Angel." I guess he knew we'd want to go home again..... Thanks for sharing. Love the pics. :)Diane Dean Whitehttp://www.dianedeanwhite.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134119245431811847.post-28730165820059280182012-08-17T10:48:23.661-07:002012-08-17T10:48:23.661-07:00Thanks, all for stopping by and sharing. It's ...Thanks, all for stopping by and sharing. It's good to know we're not alone, for sure.Babs Mountjoyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03910576655068155166noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134119245431811847.post-14110158081681026912012-08-17T10:07:24.296-07:002012-08-17T10:07:24.296-07:00Great article, but sad in a way. I remember both o...Great article, but sad in a way. I remember both of my grandmothers houses. The had their unique smells and looks. Both are no longer in the family. My childhood home was sold years ago and it makes my heart sick to go back and see it in a rundown uncared for fashion. It's up to me to create those places for my children although, due to more than one divorce the homes my sons knew are gone as well as their grandparent's homes. My wife, Barbara, on the other hand, has lived in our house for 30 years and my extended family still have the benefit of their childhood home and the grandkids have grandma's house. We never know what will happen when we're gone, but then it's up to that generation to develop their own 'feel good' things.<br /><br />Blessings,<br /><br />Tom Blubaugh, Author<br />Night of the Cossack<br />http://tomblubaugh.comTom Blubaugh, Night of the Cossackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02158348381473725507noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134119245431811847.post-23707466598495503072012-08-17T07:53:05.977-07:002012-08-17T07:53:05.977-07:00Babs, We all need to feel we're not alone, and...Babs, We all need to feel we're not alone, and reading your message reminded me I'm not alone in missing my children who live in faraway places. I visit my son, daughter and grandkids every 2 years. Then I take my memories home with me til next time. We do live in a scattered world, in more ways than one, and I too wonder just how good is that. <br />Thank you for your post.<br /><br />BlessingsMarilynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10771973692873434796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134119245431811847.post-81410306700677679732012-08-17T05:55:59.020-07:002012-08-17T05:55:59.020-07:00Beautiful post, Babs. Perhaps ironically, it'...Beautiful post, Babs. Perhaps ironically, it's the opposite for me. I grew up with my family scattered to the winds! My dad's mother lived a few hundred miles away and we'd visit her every so often, but my mother's parents and elder sister came round for Christmas each year, and we'd drive out to Florida to spend some time with my great-grandmother on the same side of the family. Then we moved, and the house that has been in our family since my mother was about 10 has changed hands about 5 times in 15 years. My sister and I went to opposite ends of the country for college, and then after graduation I moved somewhere else entirely to be with my now-husband. Sis is back home. My great-uncle is preparing to sell the home in Florida that he added on to and lived in for many years, but my aunt still holds the key to my grandparent's home in NM and plans to retire there so that we can keep the darling little adobe home in the family...at least for a while longer. <br /><br />But with my husband's family, his parents and brother's family are all still here in town. He and I live in the house he grew up in, which at one time had 4 generations living in it. They also have a decent smattering of family just one or two states away to the west and northeast. My daughter visits with his parents for overnights at least once a month...which was very hard for me to adapt to despite the need for some ME time, because I had never experienced it myself. I suspect that the first to 'leave' will be our nephew when he graduates, because he's a bit of a wandering soul, but I'm sure he'll always end up coming back around to Nana and Papa's as that safe place.Susan S.noreply@blogger.com