tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19844602.post8586138338625785809..comments2023-10-31T06:43:04.636-04:00Comments on Scilly's Spot: HomePriscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17112988669895238674noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19844602.post-5944409358975160352006-12-18T09:47:00.000-05:002006-12-18T09:47:00.000-05:00Priscilla you make me cry.
My dad would never allo...Priscilla you make me cry.<br />My dad would never allow us kids to sit on his lap.We couldn't touch him basically.<br />But we have other good memories -my mom would take us on her lap and comfort us.And we always had magical christmasses with beautiful trees.Times were so different anyway.Dunjahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03326282998655518884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19844602.post-63817468384491445572006-12-06T20:12:00.000-05:002006-12-06T20:12:00.000-05:00I think i will blog it, is that okay, It would be ...I think i will blog it, is that okay, It would be to long on this.<br />;PThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11199724528158053468noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19844602.post-76624235715390399102006-12-06T12:51:00.000-05:002006-12-06T12:51:00.000-05:00Greetings from Germany! I am sitting in my childho...Greetings from Germany! I am sitting in my childhood home right now ! You are right, home feels always like home. I lived in this house for 14 years. I also have happy childhood memories. We were 5 girls and we were always allowed to bring our friends! It was very lively!! And sometimes messy. Things are different now, but still, it is good to be home!Gudlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14303135063780904921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19844602.post-11476126507415429642006-12-06T09:22:00.000-05:002006-12-06T09:22:00.000-05:00Home... I can close my eyes and feel the car turn ...Home... I can close my eyes and feel the car turn onto Pontiac Street, go around all the right corners and pull up into the driveway. There was always something comforting even in that; after a visit to Grandma's, a camping trip, or a long vacation it signaled the return to home.<br /><br />I too remember crawling up onto Dad's lap or snuggling close to Mom. Safety, security, and love. There was never really a question.<br /><br />That little house has always been home and, I think, it always will be. When I'm 60 years old I'll drive past and think of all those happy times and deep inside it will still be home.Marthahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15293816902877287168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19844602.post-45904677215763137962006-12-06T08:29:00.000-05:002006-12-06T08:29:00.000-05:00I loved it when dad would read us bedtime stories....I loved it when dad would read us bedtime stories. He always had a lot of expression in his voice when he read. I can still hear him reading "Winken, Blinken, and Nod". I also remember hearing him pray in a whisper in the patio room when he was having his devotions. It gave me such a secure feeling.<br />Mom was great with all of her kisses and "I love you's". I don't think a day ever passed without these things. I liked it when she took walks with me around the block, and we looked at the houses together to see what people had done to them, or just talked. Ahhh, home....!Rachelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08494061549313899425noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19844602.post-5099428807375867602006-12-06T02:24:00.000-05:002006-12-06T02:24:00.000-05:00My childhood home looked a lot like yours, actuall...My childhood home looked a lot like yours, actually. When I see that picture, it reminds me of my brother and I playing in our front yard, or in the runoff ditches along the road - there were salamanders to be found, dams to build, adventures to be had.<br /><br />Sitting on my dad's lap was a comfortable place for me too. My father smoked a pipe when I was a little girl and I remember his pipe filling ritual - filling the bowl, tamping it down, lighting it with a match, puffing several times. The grand finale was me getting to blow out the match! Very exciting!Tracyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02301219387023496893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19844602.post-40151494906453871102006-12-05T23:46:00.000-05:002006-12-05T23:46:00.000-05:00The longest I have ever lived anywhere was 8 years...The longest I have ever lived anywhere was 8 years. So I am not really attached to a house. Spent a lot of time at my outlaws family farm. That feels like home.<br /><br />That is a lot of snow!kristinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00641545461122094094noreply@blogger.com