Of prodigal kinsmen spread far and wide,
But now no keeper tends the cheering light,
And the flame has succumbed to the black of night.
(R Weisser 2013)
There is a time in nearly everyone’s life in which the “old homeplace” ceases to exist.
What was once a magnet for family and friends to gather together and celebrate now lingers only in recollections and memories.
When we go our separate ways in life, it is natural to look back at what once was. For some reason, it seems that we can never recapture that feeling of being home together again.
As we become a more and more mobile society, the underlying anchor of familial stability has become a rarity.
To say that I miss it all is an understatement!
Picture: Hand-painted Christmas card of our house in Western PA I made for my parents C.1990.
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