Houses of ill-repute, houses of correction, houses of cards, houses of worship, house rules, House of Commons. We ‘house’ things and people in what we hope is a secure and comfortable environment. But what defines a home versus a house and when does that transition occur?
- Lancy Court
- Greentree Lane
- Main Street New London
- The Trailer in KY
- 225 East Cherry Olney IL
- McClelland Street, San Fernando Trinidad
- First house in Jakarta
- Second house in Jakarta
- Court Street, Newburyport
- Yellow House Newburyport
- South End
Houses, homes, places I nested, lived and grown. Fifteen postal addresses, driveways and gardens. I only count the homes where I received mail. My mother and I were inveterate letter-writers back in the day before email. A home was where the bills, the Christmas and Birthday cards, the thank-you notes and letters from Mom found me.
Each time I moved, certain items went with me. Many remained packed for our next incarnation together, but there were a few that have had a prominent place in each address. For sixty years a few simple toys and mementos have been a part of my daily scenery, even if I don’t really look at them regularly. They are part of the fabric, the wallpaper the texture of my home.
Each house was its own chapter, a stepping stone, when I look back at life. Each a place where a different me existed, and developed into the me I am today. Going back to an address is never as comforting as the memories. New inhabitants have put their own mark on it and some no longer exist at all. The “home” of each house exists only in my mind.
“Houses Of The Holy”
Let me take you to the movies. Can I take you to the show
Let me be yours ever truly. Can I make your garden grow
From the Houses of the Holy, we can watch the white doves go
From the door comes Satan’s daughter, and it only goes to show. You know…
Led Zeppelin March 1973