tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130001192684057671.post3791221776065921062..comments2023-05-11T19:14:23.886-07:00Comments on PINK LAUNDRY: HomeKellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16050745605541035282noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130001192684057671.post-71670153110230694502009-11-05T19:19:21.823-08:002009-11-05T19:19:21.823-08:00I just now have gotten around to reading this blog...I just now have gotten around to reading this blog, and it makes me very glad that you have such fond memories of home. I think it was Carson McCullars who wrote a book called Home is Where the Heart Is (I never read it: I just remember the title from a book list somewhere).<br />My favorite quote about home comes from Robert Frost's The Death of the Hired Man.The old hired man Tom has come back, probably to die The husband says,"Home is where, when you go there, they have to take you in." to which the wife responds, " I've always thought that it's a place that you haven't somehow to deserve." (maybe it was the wife first and then the husband, but the point is still there. In your case,kiddo, neither quote applies, even though I'll probably still be trying to get Mom to move when we're like Norman and Ethel in On Golden Pond ("Norman, listen to the loons!).<br />Thanks for sharing your love for home with the world and with us....<br />DadAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10055952182600372080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130001192684057671.post-1590688067321420132009-10-28T04:55:28.105-07:002009-10-28T04:55:28.105-07:00I am also happy that my parents still live around ...I am also happy that my parents still live around the corner from yours in that same house I grew up in. I remember all those things too... washing cars and meals on the porch. Great timesTracey Rothnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130001192684057671.post-37960622628257200212009-10-23T14:23:03.303-07:002009-10-23T14:23:03.303-07:00Yeah - you're lucky your parents have stayed t...Yeah - you're lucky your parents have stayed there all these years...I was sad when my dad moved out of the house I grew up in - the one I ran through the sprinklers in and washed my car in the driveway in and built a tree house in the orange tree in and played croquet in. I could go on. Sweet post. You've got me all nostalgic for my childhood home :)Kendrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12510395021133377965noreply@blogger.com