Everything that Alvaro said, plus, what a chance to be able to read so many lovely, lovely details not only about the house, but how it happened that you got it, what happened after, and how it changed as less as possible waiting for your return. And how she must be glad, in a sense, that you can't leave for quite a while :)
One can easily feel the passage of time in your account. But what attracts my attention even more is the care you use when you flip a page. One says "Observe how a person treats an animal and you will know how that person treats other human beings." But you go one step further : you treat an old house with respect and even tenderness. You want the house to feel like its old self, surrounded by some of its old familiarities. You do not rip its guts out so that the house would better fit into modernity. The contents you let them be, because they are connected to your old emotions upon which are built your present emotions. Thank you Jeanne for taking us into the meanders of your heart pulsating memories.
Thank you dear Alvaro. I sit here now, in the attic, and yes, I could not plunder this house and make it all shinny and straight-walled. It would almost now, at this point, seem cruel!
Everything that Alvaro said, plus, what a chance to be able to read so many lovely, lovely details not only about the house, but how it happened that you got it, what happened after, and how it changed as less as possible waiting for your return. And how she must be glad, in a sense, that you can't leave for quite a while :)
My dear Yves, I miss my old home, thanks so much for your comment, lovely to see how much you enjoy what I write.
One can easily feel the passage of time in your account. But what attracts my attention even more is the care you use when you flip a page. One says "Observe how a person treats an animal and you will know how that person treats other human beings." But you go one step further : you treat an old house with respect and even tenderness. You want the house to feel like its old self, surrounded by some of its old familiarities. You do not rip its guts out so that the house would better fit into modernity. The contents you let them be, because they are connected to your old emotions upon which are built your present emotions. Thank you Jeanne for taking us into the meanders of your heart pulsating memories.
Thank you dear Alvaro. I sit here now, in the attic, and yes, I could not plunder this house and make it all shinny and straight-walled. It would almost now, at this point, seem cruel!