I have been reading a wonderful blog called The Gypsy Mama. Every Friday she does a really cool thing--she gives you a writing prompt and tells you to go at it for 5 minutes. No hesitation, no editing. Just GO for 5 minutes. I think this sounds like a wonderful idea, so I'll be trying it out over the next few weeks.
Today's prompt is: HOME.
Home,home, home. So many sayings, so many memories.
I've been going through boxes of pictures. And I means big old honking boxes of pictures. They were Mom's and she just saved EVERYTHING. But I've been most interested in trying to look *into* the photos. To see what my childhood home looked like. See if I could remember what it felt like, smelled like, tasted like. It's almost like peering around the corner of the pictures and stepping into that world again.
I remember my childhood home's kitchen. The push buttons on the stove. The washer and dryer running. The piles of papers everywhere because not one of us ever learned how to clean as we went.
Evaporative air conditioning, so that it was only cool if you sat right under the vent. One telephone with a LOOOOOOOOONG cord that reached into the bedrooms. The piano in the living room that everbody ran their fingers along as they walked out the door. First boyfriends who sat on the couch and watched TV with us and shyly pecked me on the cheek on the porch when they left.
Oh, home. And all that it means.......
What does home mean to you?