Last minute nostalgia

blogDSCN0379 (2)Nostalgic.  Who would think that such a word would prove difficult for me?

This past week’s photo challenge on Word Press was “nostalgic” and I wrestled with that word all week long much to my puzzlement. 

Nostalgia as defined in my trusty dictionary: 1. a longing for things, persons, or situations that are not present. 2. Homesickness.

I think I often write nostalgic posts, so I figured posting a photo to convey this concept would be a snap.  Snapshot in a snap.  That’s what I expected.

Today is Friday, a new photo challenge will be issued today.  Yesterday, I found myself still struggling to choose which picture means nostalgic to me and what to write about it.

My first thought was to post an old family photo from my childhood.   I pored through old pictures in my collection and couldn’t find just the right one.  Next, I decided it would be appropriate to show a picture of my grown-up and flown the nest children when they were small.  I can’t get any more nostalgic when I think about those years when my little ones were still in my nest.

Yet, that idea just didn’t seem right either.  Several more suggestions came to me, but I rejected them all.  Finally, out of desperation to beat the time line imposed (post a photo before the next challenge is issued), I asked my son what he thought of when I said the word nostalgic.

Son drove in the night before from that state next door because he is in a college friend’s wedding this weekend in our nearby city.  When he took a short break away from his laptop where he was working at his job by computer, I posed the question to him.

He paused a minute thinking but then responded with his first thought.  Grandma and Grandpa’s house.  Yes, that was it.

Our family sold my parents’ house after both of my parents died.   That home had been in our family for well over 100 years and it was so very difficult to let it go.  My children have some of their most fond memories of traveling back here to my home state to visit their grandparents.  We enjoy all of our stories about the memories made while staying in that very house where I lived most of my growing up years.

The actual house, owned by a different family now, still exists but it doesn’t look the same.   Its things, people, situations, history, and the family tie that it represented are what we miss the most and what we carry in our hearts.  And that’s what makes it the very essence of ‘nostalgic’ for me.

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8 responses

  1. Now you did it, you touched some tender memories in my heart. My brother and I were feeling especially nostalgic this week as we talked about our childhood home, memories of growing up there and “longing for things, persons, or situations that are not present” today. I did not realize how much I missed all of it til I was on Pinterest, saw my board that i had shared but had not recently looked at, immediately brought me to tears. There are some favorite music videos but the bottom part of my board is my heart. http://pinterest.com/kayawilson/memories-a-look-at-my-heart/

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    • Oh, those memories get you every time! I peeked at your Pinterest board, Kay, and I see how it shows your heart! I could sure identify with many of your pins including your favorite music videos. I don’t spend much time on Pinterest, but I’ve been thinking lately, maybe I should. See, now you’ve done it! 😉

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  2. That’s why we decided to sell the city house over the country place first. Country house may be a bit “inconvenient” for awhile…but we’ll adjust. Still so much to do here before city house goes on the market, but we’re making progress.

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    • I certainly get your drift! Oh, even though the country house might be inconvenient, I predict you will love being there. Glad to hear you’re making progress on getting your city place on the market. Good luck!!

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