There’s No Place Like Home

Over the past few weeks circumstances in my life have caused me to really reflect on reality. My mind keeps going back to photographs I’ve taken and scenes from The Wizard of Oz. Dorthy and her red ruby slippers chanting “There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.”

My grandfathers service came and went. It was a sad, but good day. We spread his ashes on his former property along side my grandmother. Driving up the long private dirt road memories flooded my mind. I can say without a doubt that house was indeed my favorite place on earth. I can close my eyes and picture the house. I can walk through each room remembering even the most minor details. I remember the stone floor in the hallway. The yellow wallpaper in the powder room. The iron railing that went up the staircase and lined the balcony. The white closet doors in the bedroom upstairs. So much is so vivid. I miss that house. I miss my grandparents. I remember staying over night and my grandfather making fluffy pancakes. They were so light that we would have to eat them quickly or they would “float away,” he would tell us. My grandmother would plan treasure hunts for us. She would bury “hidden treasure” and draw out a map for us to follow. The irony is she could never remember where she buried it by the time she got to the map. There are still some gold chocolate coins somewhere in the woods waiting for a child to find.

We would pick berries, feed the pigs, go for hay rides. 4th of July picnics were over the top. So many things. Those were some of the best years and memories of my life. I am so lucky and so blessed. I think about it and can not help but smile, laugh, and cry all at the same time. I close my eyes and wish I could be Dorthy. I wish I could click my heels and be swept back. There really is no place like home!

Then…and Now….

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