tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post3709709135600211856..comments2024-03-27T23:02:14.229-04:00Comments on 37 Paddington: Front Gate 197537paddingtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-25004501737513889412011-05-19T07:25:25.821-04:002011-05-19T07:25:25.821-04:00Diedre, thank you my friend.i am glad you come to ...Diedre, thank you my friend.i am glad you come to this gate. <br /><br />Marylinn, your grandparents house is a gift that keeps on giving in your life. wonderful to have that.37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-9933657193007262782011-05-18T23:46:57.026-04:002011-05-18T23:46:57.026-04:00A romantic notion, perhaps, but the gate (I agree ...A romantic notion, perhaps, but the gate (I agree with Rebecca, what a great photo) with its swirls of iron makes me think of how life spirals back upon itself, taking us to where we have been, but with a different perspective, on a different level. My grandparents' house, which occupies such a solid, central place within me, is still there, very much as it was, for which I am glad.Marylinn Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02759437467691163658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-2115744677945835322011-05-12T12:54:40.164-04:002011-05-12T12:54:40.164-04:00it's an ache..
always, a longing and a fleeti...it's an ache.. <br />always, a longing and a fleeting and a sighAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15924061349390319473noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-25819142072291017662011-05-12T09:39:15.080-04:002011-05-12T09:39:15.080-04:00Dierdre, I'm just happy you come by here. xoDierdre, I'm just happy you come by here. xo37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-68718920485381998402011-05-10T11:37:43.921-04:002011-05-10T11:37:43.921-04:00Coming here is like - I don't know - like that...Coming here is like - I don't know - like that gate, like going through that gate and the house that was there is still there and will always be, that's what it feels like.<br />xoxodeirdrehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05298478080497976934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-6021681303002267282011-05-09T18:31:00.377-04:002011-05-09T18:31:00.377-04:00Rebecca, your comment came in while I was answerin...Rebecca, your comment came in while I was answering the others. Thanks for the kindness about the photo. Back then, I dreamed of becoming some kind of visual artist, maybe a photographer, but it was all very vague, and it was really because I was more afraid to try to become a writer, which is where my true love lay. In the end, words won but I do love a camera and its surprises.37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-54330258693727731812011-05-09T14:09:39.889-04:002011-05-09T14:09:39.889-04:00Angela, so glad to see you back! Hope your day was...Angela, so glad to see you back! Hope your day was lovely.<br /><br />Kristin, perhaps they're more real in our mind's eye than they could ever be in the three-dimensional world.<br /><br />Radford, my lovely husband, you commented! I know seeing the ruin of the place where so many of your childhood stories were set provoked mixed emotions, but seeing it with our son was something special. He will remember being there with you always.<br /><br />Lucy, it was that raindrop, that "tear" that prompted me to take this picture. I remember that clearly, and yet it is so easy to miss in the photograph. thank you for seeing it.<br /><br />Mark, don't be sad my friend. I am sentimental, not sad. Nostaligic, not lost. In fact, sometimes it is a luxury to wallow in nostalgia, to tune in to who we once were. So don't be sad, because I am not. But thank you for feeling something in kinship. <br /><br />Tess, I do agree. The mind's eye can burnish a memory like nothing else can. It's a gift. <br /><br />Olga, I know what you mean. I have been rediscovering my childhood photos and it's a wonderful bittersweet, but mostly sweet journey.37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-34196859443496512132011-05-09T14:04:41.188-04:002011-05-09T14:04:41.188-04:00Beautiful and what a gorgeous photo. Even then you...Beautiful and what a gorgeous photo. Even then you had the eye indeed.<br />xorRadish Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06534752971317927559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-89200113615961785472011-05-09T12:15:17.220-04:002011-05-09T12:15:17.220-04:00These kinds of pictures take us back to those mome...These kinds of pictures take us back to those moments that we treasure. For me, it's usually my childhood photos.Olgahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10652566920769043373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-72696022056324245972011-05-09T10:05:18.382-04:002011-05-09T10:05:18.382-04:00Sometimes, I feel it's better for the building...Sometimes, I feel it's better for the building we knew and loved to be gone, rather than see it in a possibly ugly, altered state. I like to cherish the memory in my mind's eye.Tess Kincaidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04889725786678984293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-26667833956527433342011-05-09T08:52:45.598-04:002011-05-09T08:52:45.598-04:00You're making me sad.
Sometimes progress sucks...You're making me sad.<br />Sometimes progress sucks.<br />Keep those memories in your heart.<br />Your Friend, m.Markhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01049586061176648341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-88792818184719844252011-05-09T05:46:05.735-04:002011-05-09T05:46:05.735-04:00This post is almost making me cry. The tear on the...This post is almost making me cry. The tear on the gate quite matches your memories and reminds me too of all the homes I have 'lost'.<br /><br />LucyLucy Corrander Now in Halifax!https://www.blogger.com/profile/14685242329129914772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-29588688314077791262011-05-09T00:13:27.911-04:002011-05-09T00:13:27.911-04:00Perhaps it is best that this "home"'...Perhaps it is best that this "home"'exists only in your memories, I too have returned to the home of my formation to find it abandoned and left to the mercies of a hurricane, the walls still remained but the sky was the only thing overhead. It was a mixed reunion,'but now that is the image I hold of home!Radfordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16751324774340474634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-55116715789883228622011-05-08T20:58:08.041-04:002011-05-08T20:58:08.041-04:00We moved a lot when I was living at home in Detroi...We moved a lot when I was living at home in Detroit. so many of the houses are gone now. I can see them in my mind but it is sad they are no more.Kristinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06413795611563683135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-11921623799680905082011-05-08T20:13:32.335-04:002011-05-08T20:13:32.335-04:00Oh, I've been missing you. So good to hear you...Oh, I've been missing you. So good to hear your voice, glimpse a memory through your eyes, and even - to my delight - get a peek at your real face. Happy Mother's Day!<br />Angie at Eat HereAngela Christensenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00629271379912565894noreply@blogger.com