This is my own A-to-Z Challenge for the month of June — likes and dislikes. I’ve fallen behind but haven’t given up! If you want to join me, just add a comment naming something you like and something you don’t like that begin with the letter H.
Also, trying to do Linda Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday (late for this also). Here’s the prompt: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “a picture from wherever.” When you sit down to write your post, find a picture, whether in a magazine, newspaper, or even product packaging. Write whatever thought or emotion the picture provokes.
I’m such a rule-breaker. I didn’t find a picture in a magazine, newspaper, or wherever. My first thought, probably because of writing about my roots yesterday, was this picture of the house where I grew up.
I found the photo, not where I thought it would be but close. I showed it to my daughter, Mary.
“What do you think?” I asked.
“It’s this house,” she said. Clearly she didn’t hold the deep affection for it that I have.
“But look — there’s the front porch! And the side porch,” I pointed out. “They’re both gone now.”
“There’s still sort of a side porch,” she said.
And she’s right. The side porch in the photo is gone and has been replaced with a room we call the sun porch. I can still remember the year we went to the state fair and my mother dragged my father over to the display of modular-type rooms that could be added to the house. The next year, the side porch was torn down and the sun porch was installed.
The front porch has been long gone. I still remember the hammock that had been hung there and my father telling us ghost stories out there on summer nights.
The house faces west and my parents used to always go sit on the front porch after dinner with coffee (instant — yuck!) and watch the sun sink over Grasslands hill.
I love the house. It holds so many happy memories for me.
Here’s a photo of a house I drive by when I’m going to Syracuse. It’s on a back road, and I’ve watched its slow demise. When I saw that it had fallen, I stopped to take a picture.
When I would drive past it with Mary, she would often say, “I would love to explore that house.”
There’s something intriguing about abandoned houses.
I took the picture to send to Mary. A missed opportunity to explore.
I don’t know that I like abandoned houses. I certainly don’t like the wreckage of a house. It’s sad. I can’t help but wonder who holds the memories of the happy times that may have happened in that house.
Is toil leam dachaigh mo leanabachd. I like my childhood home.
Cha toil leam long-bhriseadh taighe. I don’t like the wreckage of a house.
How about you? What’s something you like that begins with H? What’s something you don’t like?