Monday, October 12, 2009

Getting to Know You: Home Town

When you think of your home town, what comes to mind? Is it the place you were born?















Is it the place you spent your most memorable childhood years?










If you moved around a lot, do you feel like anyplace is your home town?










Tell us about the place that feels most like a home town to you, and if you no longer live there, do you want to go back some day?

27 comments:

Aidan said...

Our home town, Grand Lake, CO looks most like the picture on the bottom. It's in the mountains, close to skiing. We lived right on the water and could snowmobile out our back door.

Kaelin said...

I used to take Aidan up to back country on my sled and let him ride down on his snowboard.

Remember the avalanche?

Aidan said...

Yeah, telepathy came in handy that time.

Ricky said...

That middle picture reminds me of the neighborhood I grew up in, except our house was more bungalow-style. My mom still lives there and it's nice to visit, as long as she doesn't nag me.

Kalila said...

I remember your house, Ricky. It's very human and suburban, but I like the big front porch and all the trees. That must be nice in summer. Bactria was quite hot and dusty and I would have enjoyed such a cool, shady place to play when I was a little djinn.

Ricky said...

I can't imagine you playing, Kalila.

Kalila said...

Of course I played! In djinn form, I can body-surf the wind. It's a lot of fun. I also enjoyed playing pranks on humans, setting their tents on fire and things like that.

Ricky said...

Setting tents on fire isn't a prank. It's mean. And dangerous.

Kalila said...

I wouldn't do it now, of course. Not unless the humans deserved it.

I was very young and foolish then. Did you never do anything foolish as a child, Ricky?

Ricky said...

Okay, Kalila. You win. Let's not talk about this any more.

Aidan said...

No, I want to know what foolish thing Ricky did as a kid. :)

Jason said...

Marc and I grew up on the Thames, in Henley-on-Thames, in a house that had been in our family for several generations. But we also traveled a lot.

Lovely little town, really. We don't get back nearly enough.

Candy said...

My home town, where I grew up, was in a council house on the outskirts of London, but the place I felt most at home was a village called Elmly Castle, in Worcestershire, where I spent summers with my grandparents. They lived in a thatched cottage with a lovely garden: an apple tree I could sit in, masses of flowers and a gate I could swing on. Inside was a huge fireplace and a window which a pony, who lived in the orchard behind, hung his head through. My bedroom, upstairs, had sloping floors and the cosiest feather bed you can imagine. I would love to go back but Granny and Grandad are long gone and who knows if Croft Cottage is even there anymore.

Nevin said...

The cottage sounds lovely, Candy!

Nutmeg Cross said...

Yes, I, too, would love to know what foolish things Ricky did as a child. :-)

I did plenty of foolish things when I was younger... sometimes involving illegal substances. But that's not today's topic, is it?

Um, right, home towns. I'm originally from southern Mississippi - my father's property outside Kiln, a teeny flyspeck of a town, where oddly enough, quarterback Brett Favre grew up! I was born there, spent my childhood there, was even home-schooled there. Sometimes, I miss it, but the world is such an amazing place... I'm grateful for the change of scenery.

Devi Marconi said...

I've never been to Grand Lake, Aidan, but if it looks like that, it seems wonderful. As for me, I've had a few "home towns." Although I was technically born in Memphis, I spent most of my childhood in Lexington, Kentucky... and my adulthood in New Orleans. But home for me has always been Ruby Hollow, which I discovered as an adolescent... and where I've lived for the past three decades.

Nutmeg Cross said...

Devi, Ruby Hollow sounds like a truly amazing place. I wish I could visit you there.

Devi Marconi said...

Oh, Meg, I wish you could, too. Maybe someday, the council will allow visitors, but everyone's so paranoid these days... especially as things grow more uncertain and more dangerous on the surface.

Gabby said...

Father was busha at New Hope so we lived in a small white box of a house on the property. Inside was abustle with kids and relatives of one sort or another and there was always something cooking on the stove. But I liked it best when Dad let
me ride in front of him on his mule to check on the cream colored cattle with the humps on their shoulders and big dark eyes that liked me. I would suck a lime from one of the trees and breathe in the hot smells of sweat, dust and woodsmoke. It seems like a dream. Maybe it was.

Olivia Harper said...

Wow, Gabby. What evocative imagery. How to know if it was real or imagined... Hmm.

As for me, my hometown is the one and only New Orleans. I was born and raised there - until I went away to college. Now, I live with my family on South Padre Island, but the Crescent City will always be in my soul.

Kaelin said...

Devi, the lake is ringed in mountains but the town is not as upscale as that picture.

It's a mountain town, what can I say? Eccentric, poor, tourists coming in and out. The perfect place to hide, actually.

Kaelin said...

I've been to Jamaica, Gabby, not too long ago. It's still beautiful, but very poor. I really like the people there, though.

Devi Marconi said...

Actually, Kaelin, I prefer more down-to-earth mountain towns... lakes, mountains, and natural splendor are more important to me than resorts that look like the Bellagio.

Devi Marconi said...

Oh, and Kaelin, I should add something. I understand the need to have a hiding place, believe me - after all, Ruby Hollow is as much a hideaway as it is a thriving community. So, I'm glad you have a place like that.

Gabby said...

Hey Kaelin, that's cool! What were you doing in Jamaica? We never felt poor there; always enough to eat and sugar cane to chew on. We sure felt poor in New York though!

Kaelin said...

Gabby,

I meant poor as a relative term. Everyone I met there smiled. Of course, it could be because I'm blond and have money...

But I'm pretty good at sniffing out sales jobs and most of them were awesome people.

I haven't been back to Grand Lake since this whole thing began. Aidan says we'll get back someday. In fact, that's all he'll say. Kind of makes me nervous...

Smita Tewari said...

' Home is where the heart is!' The cliche, now, makes sense!

And my heart I have left behind in Lake District, U.K.