The sound of Ray Price filled my head this morning as I awakened with the thought that next week marks the anniversary date of our being in our new home. In calendar year 2022, I mistakenly thought we' be in the house to celebrate the New Year. I guess you could say I missed that by a long shot.
The song filling my head this morning was, "Funny How Time Slips Away." My granddad was right when he told me on his deathbed that it goes by quickly." I responded that I knew exactly what he was talking about, but in retrospect, I really had no idea. I probably still don't. He was seventeen years older then, than I am now.
For whatever reason, I've thought about my childhood home over the past couple of days. That was so long ago that I don't remember the color of the rooms or placement of the furniture. Yet, I have so many wonderful memories of life in that locality. The memories mostly relate to family and friends.
My memories before I got out of bed this morning served as a catalyst for me to wonder about the kinds of memories my children will have when they reflect on their childhood home? I had no difficulty because my memories only included one home that I remember before I graduated from high school. My son and daughter are nine and a half years apart, so the memories of their childhood home will be different.
I've seen the kinds of adjustments my grandchildren had to make because they were a military family. It is tough on children to be uprooted and then adjust to new neighborhoods, schools and friends. At least, my grandchildren can credit Uncle Sam with their many moves.
During Craig's childhood, we lived in 11 different homes before he graduated from high school. During Andrea's life, we lived in 6 different homes by the time she graduated from high school. Since our kids have been grown and gone, the General and I have lived in 4 different homes. I won't tell you how many places we lived before we had kids. You'd think we aren't stable.
They say a rolling stone gathers no moss. I guess we should be moss free. I've also heard that three moves are the equivalent of a fire. I question the validity of that statement because our attic is full of stuff.
Of course, it is the person or family that occupies the space that makes it a home. Hopefully regardless of location, love, nurture, and support were the defining characteristics that could be found. Home is where the heart is and if love prevails, it matters not where one lives.
I guess you could say we are Texas proud. We've never lived anywhere other than Texas. The one thing I know with certainty is how quickly life slips away. James cautions: What is your life? It is a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away." [James 4:14]
All My Best!
Don
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