Stories of Home

and the people who made them...

I hope you’ve all had a great week. We had an interesting one, a heart-felt one.

With that said I've decided to switch gears back to some history, specifically derived from the home we presently live in. It’s taking some research and I must be patient with it. I have been connecting dots between, fascinating people. From a well known Disney animator, to an incredible mid-century architect, and the original builders of our home, this will open up the door to other stories.

I hope to take you on a fun journey through hard work, hopes, dreams and success. A time where a home could become a legacy of imagination and a time capsule for generations to share in.

I’m uncertain when I will do another podcast. I might do a podcast spinoff from the story I’m writing.

Thank you for reading or listening along. I had some likes from The Waltons story - but no questions or any feedback for a podcast - and I understand. Life is very consuming these days. Most of us are trying to come out of a very painful few years of loss, sickness, grief of some type and far too much political pain. Many screens come at us with all kinds of subjects and we do our best to keep going. I totally get it.

I was walking my 19 month old granddaughter to the car the other day. We were coming from her big brother’s Halloween parade at his school. She saw two small “doggies” coming toward us with an older gentleman. He saw her interest and asked me if she wanted to say hi to them. He said that one of them, the older one, absolutely loved children. It was so sweet. He told another neighbor passing by that he wished they’d play some oldies over at the school, “rather than all that noise” (for the parade) and we all laughed. As the neighbor kept walking, the older gentleman looked at me and said “call me old fashioned.” He then went on to say, “but what do I know, I’m 82, alone and no one is interested in what I think.” I said, “I am and I think a lot of people would love to hear your stories.” He said, “nah, I don’t think so.” Turned out he was a U.S. Army veteran. I wish I’d had the time to ask him more about his life but I had a wiggly little girl in my arms and a schedule to keep.

A few months ago we discovered that two elderly neighbors passed away in their homes, alone, due to Covid. Several years ago, in England, my aunt was found dead after a week, alone in her home and several months ago, another relative was found after a few days, alone, in his home. He had suffered a massive heart attack.

I believe many of us are floating in and our of our lives trying to figure out which way to turn. I’d still like to encourage you to look at your stories, and the stories around you., talk to your elders, your neighbors, if around., and embrace them.

Time keeps running out for so many and with them goes their stories. Gathering in our homes, checking in on each other, is a good road back to what seems to be days gone by.

This is The Family We Keep.

God keep you all, deb ox