Wednesday, October 16, 2013

my mother's house


My mother called today to tell me that her house in Bucks County, Pennsylvania (the one I grew up in as a teenager) was being sold: the closing would take place in a couple weeks. So strange to see it go after all these years—a little more than a year after my father's death. Not unexpected, the scattering of memory meant making quite a few trips and bringing back all manner of things to Manhattan—including an incredible deco crystal lamp on a gilded base, a beautiful 1880's carpet, an 18th century Spanish table my father used as a desk, slabs of marble and antique shutters and doors. But that's just stuff. 

So much memory in a house which is now passing to another family. Memories yet to be made: it is the cycle of life. 

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  1. Sad to see it go, no, But better for your mom! I never was able to live in one house growing up as we moved around so my 'home' until about 7 years ago was my Grandparents house which my architect grandfather designed (and mostly built!) himself in 1950. When they sold that to downsize ( aged mid 90s!) it was really hard for me but like you, I was able to take a bunch of stuff then for my first condo (good timing!). The memories I associate with that stuff make wherever I am 'home'.

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    1. Wonderful to hear about your grandparents house, ArchitectD. Interestingly, my father also built my grandparent's house in the 50's. "Stuff" certain does invoke member. Glad that you have that experience of "home."

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  2. In my college years I'd slink down to Bucks County from central New Jersey, passing through Lambertville, and paddling down the canal on the Pennsylvania side of the Delaware. I discovered Musigny there, and quiet.

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    1. Bucolic is one word for Bucks County. Another is Memory.

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