A house is still a home in my heart: 56 years later
Fifty-six years ago today, a young family moved into a house they had just built. Nothing spectacular about this. It’s kind of the American dream … a house in a nice quiet neighborhood with lots of kids. Friends and family members were already living nearby. It was close to schools, church, work and everything important to this family. This house was special to me because it was my childhood home. It was standard 1970s ranch construction with a facade that exactly mirrored a home in historic Colonial Williamsburg that my mother loved. That house grounded me with security, family, friends, comfort and familiarity. Although I moved out for college nine years after we moved in, that house continues to live in my heart as my “childhood home.” The word “home” can have so many different meanings at various times in your life. A childhood home evokes different feelings than your first young-married home. A retirement home is different from a vacation home. All gin up a variety of e...