Anonymous wrote:I'm 42 and starting to do this.
I hated growing up on a farm, for the most part, but our big Christmas and Thanksgivings really were the best. We had a big old farm house so it was the place where out of state family would come, with room for everyone. I would "camp" on the pullout couch with my girl cousins in the living room with the lit Christmas tree, and we would watch Disney movies and play with our new toys. We would skate on the pond and decorate our (real) ponies for the holiday, with a pony parade, and make snowmen, etc. There were so many presents, and the house was magical when decorated with pine boughs and lights, etc. Looking back, I am shocked at just how many family members came: not just aunts and uncles, but great aunts and grandparents, etc. The house guests would stay for up to a week, and my mom and the aunts/grandmas would cook amazing pies and meals. It was truly magical.
Honestly, it feels like another world. I wish my ds could have had that.
Anonymous wrote:you sound cruel and petty. none of the examples you provided is at all extreme, they are minor and unremarkable. no, your mother did not think the new owners would keep a house as a shrine to the sellers. what kind of arrogant mean spirited assumption is that? maybe your mom is sad that you were a cute little girl (presumably) that has grown up to be such an a$$.
Anonymous wrote:This reminds me of the Baz Lurman thing “Everybody’s Free (to wear sunscreen)” that was super popular in the late 90s. It was on the radio all the time and I love it now as much as I did then. One line said dispensing nostalgia is like fishing it out from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and rescuing it for more than it’s worth.
Anonymous wrote:I dunno, I'm in my 40s and I do the same thing. I miss the big family gatherings we used to have when everyone lived close to each other. I wish my daughter could experience the same thing.