Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Home, it's where the heart is

Every time I take a trip home I always have these crazy plans for things I want to take pictures of and blog about. As I stomped around my parent's back yard last week, camera in hand, I realized there are some things I can never share with you. Some images are too real to be shared through photographs or words. Some images are just that: images, memories that are yours and yours alone. No matter how badly you want to share them with someone, you can't. It's impossible to put into words or capture in a photo the memories I have.

Nothing can describe the love I have for home. I can't tell you how it felt to play Xena Warrior Princess in the back yard with my childhood best friend, or the excitement I felt when I played hide-and-seek on a rainy day with my sister. No amount of images can capture how fantastic of a cook my mother and grandmother are. It's unachievable to tell you how the magnolia blossoms smell in summer, the honey suckles in spring, the burning leaves in fall, and the pine trees that smell year-round. Memories are more powerful than words, more potent than pictures. Instead of trying (and failing) to share these with you, I instead decided to blog about things that remind me of home in the hopes that I'll never forget the lifetime of memories I have stored away.



I have such pride for my state and my heritage. I love this image I captured of the flags in my parent's yard.


My mother's dryer is over 30 years old, she bought it used in the early 1980s and it's been running ever sense.


This shadow box has been hanging in the same spot in the dining room for as long as I can remember. I love all the tiny little figurines, the little gumball machine was always my favorite.



You don't see many houses with clothes lines anymore, but my parents (and their neighbors) still use theirs. Nothing like fresh towels hung to dry!


I love this saltshaker, it's an oxen carrying the salt and pepper on his back. It sits on my parent's entertainment center.


This china cabinet belonged to Big Mama, my great-great grandmother. And yes that is a rifle leaning against it. When you life in the country you occasionally have to shoot away a 'possum or two.


Two of my lunchboxes from elementary school. (Thundercats... HO!!)


My dad's lunchbox from 1962.


The moon and star belonged to my great-grandmother, the owls to my mother. I guess we can see where I get my love for owls, hu?


This butter churn has been by the front door for as long as I can remember, it was my grandmother's.


This is my Pepaw's "pet rock." He found it when he was a boy at the creek. We're not sure what kind of rock it is, but see the way it's concave at the top? We think it was probably used by Indians to ground up corn meal.


My Pepaw's old truck. I went to my first day of Kindergarten in this truck, and I think pretty much everybody in my family has driven it at one point or another.


The woods behind my grandparent's house is mostly pine trees scattered with oak and magnolia trees. This picture alone makes me think of home.


Now we'll move on into town and I'll share some pictures I took of the downtown area.


Mural painted on a downtown building.


I spent many-a-hour at our library, particularly during the summer.



View of downtown. Can you imagine how amazing this place was during its hay-day? If walls could talk...


This is one of my favorite buildings downtown, the old JC Penney building. I recently found out it's for sale and I wish I had the money to buy it and fix it up!



The City Hall



The city's courthouse was built in 1907. I love the columns out front.



This is a monument in front of the court house honoring the Confederate soldiers lost during the war.





Magnolia Street is one of the main streets that runs through downtown.



St. John's Episcopal Church was founded in 1894. I think this is one of my other favorite pictures from the trip.


More than anything, home is family. Your family can be some of the few people in your life that share the same sharp, crisp memories that you do, the memories that can't be described for anyone else.

4 comments:

  1. Great picture of the episcopal church! Did you get to stop by Lee's Coffee Shop while you were home?

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  2. This is a really great blog post, Stephanie. Thank you for sharing your little bits of "home" with us :-) I especially liked the picture of your town.. I've always wondered what it would be like to grow up in a place like that. Home to me is the Houston suburbs. Not that exciting, I know. Your mom's shadow box made me smile. My mother had one hanging in her bedroom for the longest time. A tiny replica of her wedding day bouquet was in there. I'd always want to take it out & use it for my Barbies, ha!

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  3. This was fun, like a walk through your past with pictures. I loved it! Thank you for sharing this with us. I don't have a place like that to go back to and I often wish I did.

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