Comments on: You can’t go home…

By: Marlis Day

Marlis Day — Mon, 25 Jan 2010 23:41:03 +0000

I returned home after college & 5 years and have never regretted the move. I’m all about “small town America” and it’s where I thrive. It’s comforting to be near old friends and family, my old school, the old Main St., and even the graves of loved ones. It’s fun to visit the city, but always good to come home.

By: Bob Sanchez

Bob Sanchez — Wed, 20 Jan 2010 17:20:14 +0000

Once in my old customer service job I had a phone conversation with a woman on the opposite coast, and it turned out that we’d grown up within a half mile of each other, on either side of a major thoroughfare. She had wonderful memories and impressions, while mine were quite negative. I’d lived in a tenement house that has since burned down and not been replaced. Overall, my old neighborhood seems not to have changed much, at least on the surface. Everything nearby, however, has been built up. The field where we used to play now hosts a car dealership, and in general there is much less open space.

Maybe my old ‘hood doesn’t look so much different because it didn’t have much further to fall. And yet I have such a mix of memories, both good and bad–bullies, baseball, berrypicking, alcoholics, adults fighting, backyard gardens… As I look back and compare it to places I’ve read about, I shouldn’t complain.

Bob Sanchez
http://bobsanchez1.blogspot.com

By: Denise Burks

Denise Burks — Sun, 17 Jan 2010 18:57:50 +0000

I have a picture of myself holding a pig (and wearing my mother’s high heels) in the entry of my house. It helps me remember.

You can see the picture here:

http://successinthesuburbs.blogspot.com/2009/10/pigs-heels.html

It’s been 32 years since I moved away, but more than ever, I am writing about my country youth.

Great idea.

Denise Burks

http://www.successinthesuburbs.blogspot.com
http://www.stepmotherinthesuburbs.blogspot.com
http://www.successfulweightlossinthesuburbs.blogspot.com