Once in my old customer service job I had a phone conversation with a woman on the opposite coast, and it turned out that we’d grown up within a half mile of each other, on either side of a major thoroughfare. She had wonderful memories and impressions, while mine were quite negative. I’d lived in a tenement house that has since burned down and not been replaced. Overall, my old neighborhood seems not to have changed much, at least on the surface. Everything nearby, however, has been built up. The field where we used to play now hosts a car dealership, and in general there is much less open space.
Maybe my old ‘hood doesn’t look so much different because it didn’t have much further to fall. And yet I have such a mix of memories, both good and bad–bullies, baseball, berrypicking, alcoholics, adults fighting, backyard gardens… As I look back and compare it to places I’ve read about, I shouldn’t complain.
Bob Sanchez
http://bobsanchez1.blogspot.com
I have a picture of myself holding a pig (and wearing my mother’s high heels) in the entry of my house. It helps me remember.
You can see the picture here:
http://successinthesuburbs.blogspot.com/2009/10/pigs-heels.html
It’s been 32 years since I moved away, but more than ever, I am writing about my country youth.
Great idea.
Denise Burks
http://www.successinthesuburbs.blogspot.com
http://www.stepmotherinthesuburbs.blogspot.com
http://www.successfulweightlossinthesuburbs.blogspot.com
As time goes on, I find myself writing more stories set in rural America, and utilizing the pieces of the quiet parts and wilderness of the country I know.
Wonderful post.
I’m from Decatur, Illinois – “The Soybean Capital of the World.” Yes, we were named that in a history book when I was a child. I admit, I didn’t find too much to like about the city, so I moved away as soon as I could. Still, we go back there every year and I’ve seen the few things I did like being replaced. In my case, I wouldn’t know how to use my words to “restore Decatur’s past” to something magical (like Memphis). I could only try to push the city towards a better day.
-Gayle Carline, author of “Freezer Burn”
Ironic, I go through similar emotions whenever I travel to visit my family in Germany, the country I was born in. Not that anything in the neighborhood I grew up in is neglected, or changed in a negative way, no worse. Friends still live in the 3 streets where I once lived as young boy, a teenager, and the first years of my young adulthood.
I stand there and in front of those doors, but I can’t go in. I know the neighbors, but not the people who dwell behind those doors and I wouldn’t dare to ring the bell and ask to go in. It bothers me a lot that I can’t just turn back time. I wish my parents had been more into photography and perhaps video cameras. I do have tons of photos and I’ve taking photos of the houses I lived in, from the same angles in which they were taken 40 years ago.
Karen, The way this described this, you REALLY need to read my debut novel *Torn From Normal* Andy experiences the very same problem, he can’t go home. When he runs away he travels to his old house hoping for the safety he once knew there when his family was still alive, but a new family bought their house…..
I’m very happy to see you blog again
I left a link for anyone who might be interested.
–Martin Bartloff, author of *Torn From Normal*
January 25, 2010 at 7:41 pm
I returned home after college & 5 years and have never regretted the move. I’m all about “small town America” and it’s where I thrive. It’s comforting to be near old friends and family, my old school, the old Main St., and even the graves of loved ones. It’s fun to visit the city, but always good to come home.