WE'RE not moving: the time my brother and I dug our heels in. And is 'home' actually just a pair of (ruby) slippers?
I laughed out loud several times. I love the ‘revisions’ in your writing.
My mom has new slippers permanently on her Christmas list. They are a must for all of us.
Your story is a delight. Thank you for sharing it with us. 💕
What a wonderful piece! At, 71, I have moved 30 times, excluding college moves but I still have such a strong sense of home. It remains a lovely and poignant memory that I carry with me. Thank you for bringing my home to the forefront again !
I remember this one. And I remember asking, "When do you open the box?" Also, here's an update on our garlic attempt: utter failure! Back to square one with our garlic! Happy to see this old gold glitter again, Rebecca.
Goats milk: yeuccccchhhh!!!
A delightful post, with very beautiful sentiments expressed at the end. A little too mushy for my taste, but delightful nonetheless.😎
Rebecca, we must meet some day! Well, that sounds quite pushy. Of course you get a vote. But...we'd have so much to talk about! 😊 I've been toying with how to rework and publish a piece I wrote back in the early 2000s about my parents' home (not at all a smallholding, but still filled with love and memories). And you know about my farming days. This brings it all to life, and provides a beautiful window into you and your world at the same time. I'm SO GLAD they stayed!
The sweetest! You are the extreme opposite of homeless! You are richly and abundantly homed! But please, in the future, do not wear purple socks with your red slippers. I mean, really.
What a delightful newsletter!! Thank you for sharing it!! And I got new slippers recently too!! Mine are grey. I especially enjoy wearing my blue-green socks with them. 😁😘💚🧦
I'm glad you reposted this. I hadn't seen it. It's so refreshing to read a post that celebrates the simple things like home, slippers, goats and most importantly, family.
I quite like red and purple together, Rebecca, as I do blue and green, it's the concept of slippers I have never quite grasped...my feet get incredibly cold and so apart from summertime, I always wear chunky boots indoors... I love that home is so grounding for you, it was delightful to get a glimpse of it all! For me, home is perhaps moments shared and the impact of a piece of art rather than a specific place.
Such a sweet story. Made me smile. I love the slippers. Are they Stegmans? I’ve been looking at them because I desperately need a new pair.
I have never seen any slippers quite like those. I’m so glad they’re comfy. I’d be worried that the backs of my heels would get cold! Mine are always fully encompassing, cosy and warm. Treasured items of clothing no matter what colour!
And yes, Home is oh so special. I adore where I’ve ended up, with a cream picket fence and a garden all round. They knocked down our family’s childhood home decades ago and replaced it with apartments!! Though old Mrs Stoddard’s house on the corner is still there. We never forget those special, early days do we?
I hope your goats lived a long and happy life and didn’t end up in the mincer. Grin. Ah the memories...
Thanks so much Rebecca. Another delightful read. Happy sigh. 🤗🤗😘😘🌼🌼🌻🌻
One of the biggest surprises when I retired is how much more frequent my slipper purchases have become. A pair used to last me for years, but now I wear them most of the time and have to buy new ones almost every year!
What a joyous story! I wish I could feel the same way about my home. I lived hundreds of miles from my hometown now. Every time I go there, so much has changed, erasing my childhood. Such is life in America as compared to England, I suppose. The last visit, we didn't even drive past my childhood home. I've said goodbye forever. Your story about the buyers traipsing through struck a note, too. We stuck around while people looked at our funky "hobbit house" years ago. When we bought the one we're in now, the realtor told the seller to leave while we were there. I guess it was just an understood thing, because he didn't protest. After our experience in the hobbit house, though, I understood why that was kind for him. We loved it. It was perfect. But how rude of people to tell you how they would "improve" your home.
You touched a cord with this piece. Hubby and I have moved many times over the years. I would nest but not completely. There would always be one room without furniture, or it became a hyphenate room. Office-guest-storage. We are hoping to move yet again to be closer to our kids in Boston.
You must open that suitcase and report back. It could be a time capsule. Even if it’s the junk drawer from 1976!
This is wonderful! Such a beautiful story, and liberally sprinkled with humor 🤣 Unfortunately, neither my husband nor I had a home that was home in that way as children, but we have found it now as adults. After several moves, when we arrived on our little Maine homestead with our young family, it was very strongly home, and has remained so :) I think and hope (so far so good) that our kids will know the joy of having a home they hold in their hearts, too!
I loved this post and was so engrossed in it while waiting for a flight at the Dallas-Ft Worth airport, that I almost missed my gate change/connection! 😂 Home is a center point and cornerstone for so many, the solid foundation for expectations and a base for courage as one forges ahead with one's life, regardless of the size of challenges and opportunities. Slippers, fuzzy socks, a roaring fire, the smell of coffee and favorite foods (especially around Christmas), can immediately feel like home. Home is definitely where the heart is. Blessed is that tie that binds.