I've lived in my house since 1970. My kids were brought up in the house. We bring back memories when we talk about what happened when the kids still lived here. My son left at age 17 and came back a few times and lived while he was at school. Since that time he has rarely been back.
A couple of months ago he came back for a day. It was interesting to watch him go through the house. I caught a few unfocused photos of him as he checked out his old room. Now how many of you can go back to your old room?
So this was his five minute tour.
Looking out the window to the once familiar back yard.
Thinking about what was in that corner when he was a kid!
The room looked big when he was little but now he fills it.
My son was small as he was growing. He always said he'd sue God if he didn't grow as tall as Dad. His growth was funny. He grew an inch when he was 21. He's now 6' 1" and as he says getting shorter,
I enjoyed his visit and lunch even though his visit was short.
I'm glad you had the opportunity for a nice visit with your son and he had the chance to go over his old room. It's fun to see those pictures. Your son is a big guy - 6'1" is nothing to sneeze at!
ReplyDeleteI could never go back to my old room because we moved every two or three years when I was growing up. I always hated that but my grandmother's house was my one steady place that never changed, at least while she was alive. It's been gone a long time now but in my memory it will always be my favorite place.
He didn't say much but I'm sure the wheels turned around in his head.
DeleteThese days it seems people are so busy they seldom visit family members. I experience the same. It was always nice to revisit my old house where I was a teenager but that house doesn't exist any more. Nor does the one exist from when I was younger than that. I don't even have photos as we never though to take photos of where we were living. I remember mom had a photo of two of the home where I was a grade schooler but many of her early photos were destroyed and/or lost.
ReplyDeleteMany of the photos my folks had have disappeared.
DeleteThe house where I was born is still standing and a few years ago I drove past it. A quiet road where, 60 years ago, there were two cars JVO10 and FXY333 (How about that? I can remember the registration numbers of the cars but I can't tell you the number of the one I've had for the last year). My parents left there 25 years or so ago. Now it's full of cars and extensions and alterations. I did wonder if anyone I used to know still lived there.
ReplyDeleteWell the house I was born in was taken down in 1948. House is really too loose a word as it was very small cheaply built.
DeleteI notice that you have never named your son in this blog. That is of course your prerogative. You and Mrs Kline gave him a good start in life - a nice home, security, food on the table and love - so I really wish that he would come back to see you more often. Once a year would not be unreasonable. Maybe the fact that he was adopted is a thought that never quite leaves him. What do you think?
ReplyDeleteWe do keep in regular contact. I'm not much of an example as I haven't visited my brothers for eleven years. Some things I keep private. He is a regular reader of the blog and is listed as a contributor to this blog.
DeleteIs there some reason why your son doesn't return more frequently, and why on this occasion his visit was short? It has a hint of sadness to me.
ReplyDeleteYes, we'd like to meet more often . He has kids that he likes to stay around . We do keep in regular contact.
DeleteHello, it is great you had a nice visit with your son! My brother lives in the house were I grew up. Wishing you a happy day and a great weekend ahead!
ReplyDeleteThere are other good ways of visiting these days so we're in regular contact.
DeleteYou're right. Very few people can do this.
ReplyDeleteI feel sad for those who can't visit old homes.
DeleteI have not been to the house where I grew (1969) up since 2009, after my mom died and my brother got the house, it no longer had the appeal to go back to it. He sold it last summer and when I am back in town, I drive by to see the improvements that have been made since then. Sad about it sometimes, but time marches on.
ReplyDeleteYes time marches on . as my sister-in- law said about our old house that burned, "It was only a house!"
DeleteShort visits are good, too!
ReplyDeleteMy childhood house is in inner city Toronto, and still standing. It must be 200 years old!
We have very few houses , well no houses here, that are over 200 years old.
DeleteHi Red, My old room still exists, but I would have to get permission from the current owners to go in and take a look around. I do wonder what they would think if I asked? Luckily, I have a couple of pictures of that room.
ReplyDeleteOnce somebody else owns the house it's difficult to impose on their privacy.
DeleteA visit to the old home is always nice. We ourselves have moved too many times for that. So for us, home is where the family is.
ReplyDeleteYes, and after all it's only a house.
DeleteNostalgia can grab you by the heart sometimes.
ReplyDeleteEmotion is big.
DeleteIt is so lovely to see your son visiting his old room. So true, not many of us can do such a thing anymore.
ReplyDeleteHis time for visiting his old room is coming to an end and he knows it. At our age a move may come sooner than we think.
DeleteKind of fun to check out the old space! My mom lived in our family home until I was 49, and I went home pretty regularly so I saw my old room a lot. (By then it was just a guest room!)
ReplyDeleteAfter time the link becomes pretty weak.
DeleteWe lived in two homes when i was growing up and throughout I HAD TO share a room with my little sister. I thought that was pretty awful!! I still have a picture of both rooms firmly in my mind, but I’ve never gotten to go back to visit. It’s an intriguing thought — and now I wish I could!
ReplyDeleteIt’s neat that you got photos of your son visiting his old room. I can just see his memories in the air around him. He sure was a cute little boy with his curly hair. I hope you had a lovely visit.
In the olden days, my days, we slept with siblings. I still remember sleeping with my brother.
DeleteNever had the chance to visit the home I grew up in but have many photos that my mom took.
ReplyDeletePhotos will do just fine. I wish I had more photos.
DeleteI enjoy your blog very much. I moved many times when I was growing up, but at one point in time, my family moved into my grandmother's house. It was the house my mother grew up in. My aunt lives there now, and I like getting to see it now and then.
ReplyDeleteYou still have a strong link to very important house. Thanks for visiting Hiawatha House.
DeleteI can't revisit my childhood homes except in my memory. And in pictures, of course. Maybe it's easier that way. I'm glad you had a visit from your son.
ReplyDeleteGreat that you have some photos.
DeleteSo glad you had a good visit even if it was a short visit! Yes I could go back to my childhood room, not sure I would want to. The room when I was just little maybe...then my parents remodeled the house so that room was gone forever. My room when I was ten years old is the one I could visit now...we are good friends with the people who bought the old farm:)
ReplyDeleteEverybody is different. Some people are just fine with not visiting the old house.
DeleteGood to have him visit.
ReplyDeleteVisits are always great.
DeleteMy parents have also lived in their house since 1970 and I go back there often. It doesn't change too much!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you had a nice visit, I don't think children know how much their parents want to see them
My kids tease us about our 70's style house.
DeleteThe home I grew up in is still standing but it has belonged to someone else for a long time now. My kids can still come back to the home where they grew up because we are still in it. My daughter usually makes an inspection to see if I have made any changes. That is before she raids the pantry and the refrigerator. She is 46 but she says, "Hey, this is still my house!"
ReplyDeleteIt's good that they have a relationship that takes them back to some good memories.
DeleteI could never go home to any of the places I lived as a kid. They are so set in my mind and memories, I wonder what I would think if I could ever go back to them. As an Air Force kid, we moved all the time. My home was where my parents were. I'm so glad for your son that he got to see and experience his childhood room. :-)
ReplyDeleteThere are very many different patterns of living people have. You learned to roll with the punches with the moving situation.
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Yes that must be fun to watch your childhood room again after so many years.
ReplyDeleteCute.
ReplyDeleteI haven't been inside my childhood home but I see the building all the time when I visit my mother. My parents bought a home right across the street from it when I was 14, so it's always been readily visible to me.
ReplyDeletei think this is quite a gift to have opportunity to visit house where you spent your earlier days of life with family who loved you unconditionally
ReplyDeletethank you for sharing your son's childhood image ,he looks profound :)
his anger for not being tall was funny lol how strange that he grew at 21 when usually people grow until they are 18 :)
i am so glad you had him even for while dear friend!
I'm so sorry you don't get to see your son more often. I miss seeing our children too. It's hard when they live so far away. I can never go back to our childhood home. Everything has been torn down and regraded. I can't even tell where it once stood.
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