What a nice encounter. The old photos will be very interesting.
I remember being visited by someone who grew up in my house in Australia. She cried when she saw the interior, because although it had my furniture, I hadn’t painted or altered the arrangement of the rooms.
Rosemary Kneipp
April 9th, 2014 at 11:14 pm
I have to confess that when I saw my childhood home after my mother died, it felt very strange because my brother – quite rightly – had refurnished it.
Nice story. Your house looks so nice in spring, with all those flowers around the yard. It look to me you are ready for the permanency …
Rosemary Kneipp
April 9th, 2014 at 11:15 pm
We are, Anda, we really can’t wait to live here all year round.
Femme Francophile
April 9th, 2014 at 1:05 am
Arch visited his boyhood home in northern NSW last week. He boldly knocked on the door and the family invited him in to look around. He also visited his old school where 2 of the teachers showed him around and were thrilled to hear his stories from yesteryear. He proudly told them he was the first student from the school to go to university. The village of about 250 inhabitants brought back many memories.
Rosemary Kneipp
April 9th, 2014 at 11:17 pm
That’s very interesting. How did he feel when he was inside the house? As I replied to Susan, my brother now lives in my childhood home. After we sold the house Lisa was born in, it was really odd to see different furniture. Somehow, it felt more final.
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That is such a lovely story, how wonderful to have a home called the House of Happiness.
Yes, it is, isn’t?
What a nice encounter. The old photos will be very interesting.
I remember being visited by someone who grew up in my house in Australia. She cried when she saw the interior, because although it had my furniture, I hadn’t painted or altered the arrangement of the rooms.
I have to confess that when I saw my childhood home after my mother died, it felt very strange because my brother – quite rightly – had refurnished it.
You have a lovely house!
It’s curious to come back to a place one lived for many years.
I agree. I’ve spoken with our previous owners since and apparently the lady goes past every Sunday!
Nice story. Your house looks so nice in spring, with all those flowers around the yard. It look to me you are ready for the permanency …
We are, Anda, we really can’t wait to live here all year round.
Arch visited his boyhood home in northern NSW last week. He boldly knocked on the door and the family invited him in to look around. He also visited his old school where 2 of the teachers showed him around and were thrilled to hear his stories from yesteryear. He proudly told them he was the first student from the school to go to university. The village of about 250 inhabitants brought back many memories.
That’s very interesting. How did he feel when he was inside the house? As I replied to Susan, my brother now lives in my childhood home. After we sold the house Lisa was born in, it was really odd to see different furniture. Somehow, it felt more final.
[…] to put the bread and brioche in the car while I continue talking to the neighbours. Then I spy the lilac lady who used to live in our “house of […]
[…] even though I’m ready to leave Paris (though I might occasionally miss the view from our balcony). Closerie Falaiseau will be our own home, as opposed to our apartment in the Palais Royal which is part of Jean […]
[…] been wanting to have a neighbourhood party since we bought Closerie Falaiseau three years ago but it was a little tricky while we were still living in Paris … I check the date […]