Cozy Contemplations - 1. Scrawls

Such treasures... thanks, dugh... I hope we never lose those memories... cheers, my friend... Gary  

You provided us with wonderful thoughts again!!! Thank you! After a hard day at work, just the thing I needed: A loving father`s memories. That keeps my heart safe. Lyssa

28 minutes ago, Valkyrie said:

It's lovely, Gary.  While I don't have kids, it reminded me of when I was doing renovations before moving into my current house.  There's a room upstairs with a crawlspace off of it, and while I was too claustrophobic to go into it myself, my mom crawled in and found a set of tiny books.  They looked to be from the '50s and were very colorful children's tales.  I could just imagine how that space that looked so tiny to adults must have been a haven for small children.  I can picture them curled up and reading or talking or playing or whatever their minds led them to contemplate.  Whenever I move i'm going to make sure the books stay with the house.  They're such little treasures.  Thanks for the memory! 

Thanks, Val. What a charming story. My children have made my house the home it is. Their touches are everywhere even though only one is at home now. It's why I held onto this farm for those years I lived in the city... recently, I was faced with a decision, and I couldn't bring myself to leave this place. Thanks for the wonderful comment and the support... cheers... Gary....

11 minutes ago, Lyssa said:

You provided us with wonderful thoughts again!!! Thank you! After a hard day at work, just the thing I needed: A loving father`s memories. That keeps my heart safe. Lyssa

I am honored to help keep your heart safe, Lyssa .  Thank you for the kind words... cheers... Gary....

7 minutes ago, Mikiesboy said:

Lovely Gary. I don't need to explain why there was no writing on our walls I'm sure.  Your family memories are wonderful...

It doesn't matter whether marks, real or metaphoric, are made by dogs or cats or kids or friends or partners... there are always cherished writings on our walls... thanks, tim... Cheers... Gary....

I'm sure your children also cherish the moments with you!

Thanks, Blind. They were all here at Easter(Saturday) and it's easy to see what 'being home' means to them... thanks for reading and supporting, buddy... cheers... Gary....

I don't know how I should feel ...

Fond memories that warm the heart

OR

The incessant passing of time - all good things will / must come to an end ...

What is wrong with me ??

Love the nostalgia.

42 minutes ago, hohochan657 said:

I don't know how I should feel ...

Fond memories that warm the heart

OR

The incessant passing of time - all good things will / must come to an end ...

What is wrong with me ??

Nothing is wrong with you, hoho  . You can feel both if you want. We, as humans, are always reexamining what was, what is, and what will be... our thoughts are seldom static, nor are our feelings. What makes us smile one day, can make us cry the next  Thank you for your reading and your support... your voice is appreciated... cheers... Gary....

14 minutes ago, Lux Apollo said:

Love the nostalgia.

Thanks, lux. Nostalgia is a wonderful thing... I'm surrounded by lifetimes of memories... cheers... Gary....

My house had some memories stored in it, but not of any children I know of...curtain rods, an old double-breasted suit from the '30s in the attic which fit me perfectly...and in the basement, tacked to the wall by the stairs, a family tree of one of the later families who lived here, the last of whom I believe was a priest.

When my mom died in 2007, among her things I found she'd saved an old handwriting book I'd used in second grade, a mother's day card from fist, a pair of glasses when I was probably a year old...and a couple of my earliest (terrible) sci-fi stories.  Among her pictures were ones of me I barely remember, the earliest of a nurse holding me in one hand in the hospital hooked up to tubes because I was two months premature....Nothing ever spoke clearer to me of her love than these keepsakes from my childhood.

Thank you for bringing those memories back with your reminiscences.

You just described a parent's love, CG  . I have so many of those keepsakes, and they mean the world to me. I have to say, it's a little creepy that you tried on that suit ... what if it belonged to a ghost who was watching you?  . I think it incredibly touching your mother held onto your earliest stories... reading that made me tear up. My mom had a poem I wrote I had no recollection of, so thank you for reminding me of it... yeah, that poem sucked, but she thought it was something special... I didn't get it then, but I get it now... cheers, my friend... Gary....

20 minutes ago, ColumbusGuy said:

My house had some memories stored in it, but not of any children I know of...curtain rods, an old double-breasted suit from the '30s in the attic which fit me perfectly...and in the basement, tacked to the wall by the stairs, a family tree of one of the later families who lived here, the last of whom I believe was a priest.

When my mom died in 2007, among her things I found she'd saved an old handwriting book I'd used in second grade, a mother's day card from fist, a pair of glasses when I was probably a year old...and a couple of my earliest (terrible) sci-fi stories.  Among her pictures were ones of me I barely remember, the earliest of a nurse holding me in one hand in the hospital hooked up to tubes because I was two months premature....Nothing ever spoke clearer to me of her love than these keepsakes from my childhood.

 

Thank you for bringing those memories back with your reminiscences.

These are beautiful lines, a perfect way to approach marks made on the walls. This is proof that laughter and joy can live for a kong, long time.

16 hours ago, Bucket1 said:

Thanks, B... happy stuff... memories to keep me warm  Cheers, buddy... Gary....

2 hours ago, Parker Owens said:

These are beautiful lines, a perfect way to approach marks made on the walls. This is proof that laughter and joy can live for a kong, long time.

Thanks, Parker. I'm pleased you liked this one. It lifted me to a different place than I've been lately... laughter and joy can live forever in our minds and on our 'walls.' We have to cherish and protect them, though... because, in the end.... Cheers... Gary.... 

I know this feeling well.  We moved several times so there wasn't a house that has these memories.  It was the family cottage.  I do have some lovely artwork, done in permanent marker, under our dining room table though   

These things are like little treasures when you find them years later. Thanks for reading, Lit  Cheers... Gary....

The fond memories of a father...it was lovely!! It was nostalgic; the essence of childhood in every corner of house and the times that had passed coming back as memories!! Somehow, it reminded me of my school farewell (it was like saying bye to my younger self)...I had a bittersweet feelings reading this!! Wonderful writing!!

1 hour ago, Aviana said:

The fond memories of a father...it was lovely!! It was nostalgic; the essence of childhood in every corner of house and the times that had passed coming back as memories!! Somehow, it reminded me of my school farewell (it was like saying bye to my younger self)...I had a bittersweet feelings reading this!! Wonderful writing!!

Thank you so much, Aviana! I am a dad before everything else, and it has brought me such joy. This house, the whole farm, is filled with memories, and  it's why I hold onto it. I'm pleased you felt the things you did... this one is special to me... again, thank you, and cheers... Gary....