This post is somewhat inspired by Sue's thread, where she's announced her book that will hopefully be published, concerning Friendship, and her efforts to keep its history alive by sharing her childhood memories there.
That said, I often wander back through the neighborhood I grew up in when I was a child. It never fails to be a powerful experience for me. Tell me how to get back ...
Every summer for vacation, our family used to travel to the White Mountains in New Hampshire. I loved it there. So many powerful memories and mental images remain with me to this day.
A couple of years ago, I went back. There was always a fear to return, because I was afraid that what I "saw" as a child would all be warped into something different. There's this one particular mountain (Imp Mountain) viewable from the campground where we always stayed; as a child, looking up at the impface filled me awe. Imp Mountain only offered its fantastic view from one particular field at Dolly Copp, and I made up my mind this was the place I would visit first when I returned. I all but closed my eyes during the onset of the trip, making my way to the campground, and then I opened my viewing resources when I looked up from the Dolly Copp field with the view. Thirty-some years later, I was looking at the mountain unchanged (and I a much older man), and this set in motion one of the nicest retrospective vacations of my life.
To be a kid again ...
I wonder what Sue thinks when she passes through Friendship today. I'm sure it's in the book!
That said, I often wander back through the neighborhood I grew up in when I was a child. It never fails to be a powerful experience for me. Tell me how to get back ...
Every summer for vacation, our family used to travel to the White Mountains in New Hampshire. I loved it there. So many powerful memories and mental images remain with me to this day.
A couple of years ago, I went back. There was always a fear to return, because I was afraid that what I "saw" as a child would all be warped into something different. There's this one particular mountain (Imp Mountain) viewable from the campground where we always stayed; as a child, looking up at the impface filled me awe. Imp Mountain only offered its fantastic view from one particular field at Dolly Copp, and I made up my mind this was the place I would visit first when I returned. I all but closed my eyes during the onset of the trip, making my way to the campground, and then I opened my viewing resources when I looked up from the Dolly Copp field with the view. Thirty-some years later, I was looking at the mountain unchanged (and I a much older man), and this set in motion one of the nicest retrospective vacations of my life.
To be a kid again ...
I wonder what Sue thinks when she passes through Friendship today. I'm sure it's in the book!