summer , I was listening to 2 old songs sung by different people but the titles were talking
about the same thing.. One was called”A house is not a home” and the other one “It’s my
house and I live here.” The first one paints a picture of “stuff with no one to share it with.
The other talks of everything from a welocme mat to what the foundation was built on
figuratively..It took me back to the apartment house where I grew up at in NYC. I believe
the term use to be a tenement flat like you use to see in old black and white movies.
Over the next 18 years there would be 2 houses and 2 more apartment building which
my family would reside until my mother passed away in the 90’s.There would be the time
I was stationed in Germany while in the military and lived in World War 2 barracks.
My x wife and oldest daughter would live in a Germany town ,on base at Ft Dix NJ,
FT Bliss, Texas, Schofield Barracks Hawaii,and the 30th floor in a apartment building
called” Twin” because there were another one of the same and biggest on the island.
Watching shows like”This Old House” and the latest ones on “DIY’ Network inspired
me to write this.You hear about homeless people and those who lost they homes
and it makes you think. You see all types of stormes and homes get destroyed.
The children’s story about “Little Red Riding Hood comes to mind.( If it was me
I would be offering the wolf a breath mint.. lol) I’m more of a when I look around at
all “this stuff does it matter and what’s more important than”the stuff”?..
This coming weekend, I told my wife that I have to get “rid of some stuff”
I dont want to become a “hoarder” and yes I’m emotionally attached to
‘some stuff”.But over 51 years people and relationships are more important
than “stuff”. No yard sale or a Pod” in the front of my apartment.
May everyone be encouraged as you read this. Be blessed.
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