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    Tuesday
    Aug142012

    The more things change...

    the more they stay the same. Or so they say. They also say you can't go home again. This past weekend, I spent three days at my parent's house, two days holding a giant five-family garage sale, and the third day packing everything up and making pickles.

    It was exhausting and fun and annoying and comforting and simple and complicated.

    It was like being a teenager and a 75-year-old all at once.

    We cleared out things from my parent's attic that have been there my whole life. My mom and dad played out their usual push-pull, which they have perfected after 53 years of marriage. My sister and I laughed and cringed, rolled our eyes and clucked our tongues. We laughed 'til we cried, and we worked until we dropped.

    We sent my dad out to post signs, and later found out that he had put them up with the arrows facing in the wrong direction. The teenagers across the street got up to some serious mischief and did some really mean things during the night on Friday, and we consoled my mom about the loss of the neighborhood she used to love. We talked again of how it might be best if they moved, which always, always brings tears to her eyes.

    I found books I read as a child, and books I read as a teenager. All these years, my parents have kept these boxes in their attic, never once asking me to come and clear them away to give them more space. My sister and brother and I reminisced about funny things we did together as children, remembering the way our street used to be when we were kids: we all knew each other, we all played together, the entire street held a game of hide and seek almost every night during the summer.

    It was the kind of neighborhood where cups of sugar were always being borrowed, everyone helped each other out, watched out for each other's children, shoveled snow for the older residents, left doors unlocked.

    All of that has changed. It's not the same.

    There are still a few people, like my parents, who own the houses they live in and have lived there forever. But most of the street has been converted to rentals, and the sense of neighborhood has been replaced by college kids and other folks who come and go too quickly to invest themselves in their surroundings.

    It really is enough to make you wish for the good old days.

    And though I know there is no going back, there is only forward, I wish, for my parent's sake, that they could recapture just of bit of the way of life they used to have on their quiet side street in a quaint small town. I wish they could live out their days in the home they love and feel safe with a sense of community. I wish they could regain what they have lost.

    I used to sit on that porch and read for entire days in the summer. And I find myself wishing for a little bit of that, too.

    But, to all things, there is a season. I guess they say that as well, don't they?

     

    Reader Comments (16)

    I remember this, but both my parents had died before we held the massive clean out. When we were growing up, every second house in the block had the same key, so doors were never locked. And the sense of community was strongly felt by all of us, adults and children too. Sadly that has gone, and I do not know how to bring it back again. I wish I did.

    August 14, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterElephant's Child

    This post really speaks to me and brings back very fond memories of growing up. I'm fortunate to still have my parents with me on this earth, though they do not live in the town I grew up in. And while they do have some good neighbors, it just is not the same.

    Yes, there is a season for everything.

    August 14, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterDeborah

    Heavy sigh, I know. Beautifully articulated.

    August 14, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterElena Caravela

    So true, so true. Every word in your post rings clear with my thoughts when I return 'home.'

    August 14, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterSue

    Beautiful Post! This is exactly why Dad and I decided to move from busy Southern California to lovely rural Abilene, Kansas! We love it here and Dad keeps joking that we were supposed to come here to slow down, but with 6 acres, we never seem to be able to! At 84, Dad keeps saying that he is slowing down, and yes he is, but he has his "chores" that HAVE to be done! ;-) I have finally convinced him that maybe they don't all have to be done at the same time! I, for one, do not want to return to Southern California and have found my new HOME here in Abilene!

    August 14, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterElaine

    In the midst of the political wrangling here in the US, I was startled by my reaction to a throw-away line the other day. Someone (I don't remember who) said of Mr. Romney, "He wants to take us back to the 1950s". My immediate reaction was, "That would be good!"

    Of course there were problems in the 1950s and 1960s, and I remember them perfectly well. But the pleasures of living in that time - the unlocked doors, the freedom of children to play outdoors unsupervised, the caring of neighbors one for another - were real. The goal of parents was to raise independent, responsible children. The goals of my age-mates was to grow up - and away, to start our own lives and become productive, so that we could care for our parents when we were their age. We laugh now at shows from the era like "Father Knows Best", but at least fathers were in the homes.

    And so on and so forth.... I know things change, but I also know that some things don't have to change. When I hold the door at the post office for someone, or say "thank you" to a grocery store sacker, or take some muffins to a neighbor "just because", those 1950s values are alive again. I like it, just like I enjoy the silence and space I've created by throwing out the television, Facebook and such. Sometimes it's hard to remember that we do have choices!

    August 14, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterLinda

    Even though my own experience was not like yours, Kelly, I can certainly picture what you have painted here so beautifully in words. I have often driven back through the main town of my youth, where Mom and Dad are buried, and none of it looks the same. In fact, I can't imagine living there again. But then I think it's not that IT has changed but I have changed. Seasons. Passages. Yes. In fact, I think we move through life more easily when we accept that things usually don't stay the same. Maybe they weren't meant to?

    August 14, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterGinnie

    All that and you made pickles, too!! It would be nice if some things stayed the same but you did have that house to visit again, even if there was alot of work, and your parents, sister and brother all together... books and porches to remember. I would love to be able to see my old neighborhood again but the Atlanta airport swallowed it up ages ago, the good memories of a safe kidhood are still there.
    You are a good daughter to be home when you needed to be.

    August 14, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterSusan

    ...and the third day packing everything up and making pickles...I love that combination! Beautiful post Kelly and one that is so close to my heart for many many reasons.

    August 14, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterGotham Girl aka Robin

    What you describe sounds like a version of paradise. It reminds me of my childhood spent mainly outdoors, of neighbors knowing who you are, of being safe. However, to me it also brings back memories of a very small world, narrow minds and non-acceptance of people who are different. I'm not sure I want to go back there.

    August 14, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterCarola

    i don't know who "they" are.

    i loved your post.

    August 14, 2012 | Unregistered Commenterhoney

    As I'm just now returning from my mom's - I can so relate to the sentiments of wishing that things forever remain. And -yes - all things must change...
    Beautifully written..

    August 14, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterMarcie

    I understand, but isn't it that one just remembers the good things, and we forget the good things we have now.

    August 15, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterPetra

    Lovely post. It is difficult to parcel up the past memories and move on.

    August 15, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterCherryPie

    Neighborhoods do evolve. Even the place I just moved in to two years ago has changed because of foreclosures. So much has become run down. But I've seen bad neighborhoods get cleaned up and revived so there's always hope that enough people will move in to love a place back into beauty.

    August 15, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterMaery Rose

    lovely post but it also made me sad....or i suppose more 'nostalgic'.... memories of lives lived, your past, things you and they miss that often can't be recaptured. you write about it so well and it gives me pause on this rather hectic day!

    August 16, 2012 | Registered CommenterEliza

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