Comments on: Sweet Words for a Would-be Sister

By: Tammy

Tammy — Thu, 03 Dec 2009 01:28:28 +0000

I dread to the depths of my soul, the day I will have to sell my childhood home.

By: Joanna

Joanna — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 21:29:33 +0000

My grandmother lived in her house for 60 years until she died in her 90s. We cleaned out the house, each taking with us items that we loved so we could remember all the fun and love we enjoyed there. The house was sold and we said our good byes. Soon after the sale, the new owner called to ask if we wanted the ancient pull-down wooden ironing board in the kitchen closet. Penciled on the back of the board were my father’s familiy’s heights on each of their birthdays. We had forgotten that time capsule.

By: margaret

margaret — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 00:57:34 +0000

The house I live in has initials carved into two of the downstairs doorways, and even that small leave-behind fascinates me and makes me feel connected. Sweet.

By: 50s Pam

50s Pam — Mon, 30 Nov 2009 18:07:17 +0000

Being a “house person,” this story rips my heart out. No, my guts. Even worse. When I left my first married home, I cried for 3 years.

I love this idea of leaving a time-capsule note behind… it underscores how we never really “own” anything forever. We are just caretakers, making a place better, we hope, for the next inhabitants.

By: Deborah

Deborah — Mon, 30 Nov 2009 17:19:00 +0000

According to some dream analysis, the psyche is compared to a house and to me visa-versa. When we sold my parents house in September 2005, where they had lived for 44 years and after which, they had both died there within the past year, it was the final chapter in Charles’ and Edna’s physical and psychological existences. The heart ache and ensuing emotional flood rearranged my psyche’s new spaces with refurbished memories. I keep rearranging to allow more light filled places.

By: E

Sun, 29 Nov 2009 16:10:32 +0000

It’s so sad to move away from your childhood home!

By: Tea

Tea — Sat, 28 Nov 2009 21:08:37 +0000

You’re so sweet to mention it, but I must admit the idea was planted by two friends of mine. One of them found a note in her closet, placed where only a child would look, and I was charmed by the concept. I would have been fascinated, when I was young, had I found something similar (heck, I’d be fascinated now).

Thanks for the mention!