I’ve Been Thinking A Lot About What Home Means To Me
Safety, security, refuge, or what?
I came from a large family, counting Mom and Dad, ten. In the 1950’s it was easier to move and feel safe. I am talking about people that rent a house, not the folks that buy their homes. You did not need 1st, last, and security deposit to move it. Sometimes, it was about how many children you had and whether the owner cared about the property or not. I remember living in many places when I was small especially before I was twelve. Six homes come to mind as I write this. After we moved in my Mom always had a garden either of tomatoes, corn, etc. or flowers. That helped to dress up the place.
There were so many transitions going on since my siblings were four older, then a gap of six years, than four younger. Some were getting married and moving out. Some were going into the service and maybe returning later. One was a teenager that felt trapped at home with younger kids and a Mom desperate for money. Our Dad left to live in Utah for three years working on the Glen Canyon dam. He was an alcoholic and money was not guaranteed.