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see: "HOME & FAMILY" (below)


A house is not a home.
--Polly Adler (1900—1962)
Russian-born madam and author.
_A House Is Not a Home_ [1953]

I remember one evening sitting with a lot of men
in the Coffee House in New York — we had all
been drinking, carousing — rather cheap actresses,
magazine illustrators, popular painters, popular
novelists. A pretty bad lot in general, sold out
and all that, but suddenly I found myself saying
to myself, 'These are my people.'
--Sherwood Anderson (1876—1941)
American writer of short stories.
In Howard Mumford Jones & Walter B. Rideout (eds.)
_Letters of Sherwood Anderson_ [1953].

No outward doors of a man's house can in general be
broken open to execute any civil process; though in
criminal cases the public safety supersedes the private.
--William Blackstone (1723—1780)
English jurist.
_Commentaries on the Laws of England_ [1765] vol. IV, p. 108 [1880 ed.]

To know after absence the familiar street and
road and village and house is to know again
the satisfaction of home.
--Hal Borland [Harold Glen] (1900—1978)
American author.
_Sundial of the Seasons_ [1964]

When I departed Hollywood forever, in 1940, I
thought that getting away from the place would
automatically cure me of its pestiferous disease,
playfully referred to there as 'going Hollywood.'
I retired first to my father's home in Wichita, but
there I found that the citizens could not decide
whether they despised me for having once been
a success away from home or for now being a
failure in their midst.
--Louise Brooks (1906—1985)
American motion-picture actress.
_Lulu in Hollywood_ [1982]

In sorrow he learned this truth—
One may return to the place of his birth:
He cannot go back to his youth.
--John Burroughs (1837—1921)
American naturalist and writer.
"The Return"

'Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark
Bay deep-mouth'd welcome as we draw near home;
'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark
Our coming, and look brighter when we come.
--Lord Byron [George Gordon Byron] (1788—1824)
English Romantic poet and satirist.
_Don Juan_ [1818], canto I, st. 123

When the hornet hangs in the holly hock,
And the brown bee drones i' the rose,
And the west is a red-streaked four-o'clock,
And summer is near its close—
It's—Oh, for the gate, and the locust lane;
And dusk, and dew, and home again!
--Madison Julius Cawein (1865—1914)
American poet.
"In the Lane"

I learned ... that one can never go back, that one
should not ever try to go back — that the essence
of life is going forward. Life is really a One Way
Street.
--Agatha Christie (1890—1976)
British crime fiction writer.
_At Bertram's Hotel_ [1965]

For a man's house is his castle.
--Sir Edward Coke (1552—1634)
English writer on law.
_Institutes_, pt. III "Against Going, or Riding Armed"

Human beings are the only creatures that
allow their children to come back home.
--attributed to Bill Cosby (b. 1937)
American comedian.

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I think of my life like a stone thrown into a calm
pool. The first ripples are the security of the
kitchen. I remember wonderful moments of
tranquillity in the kitchen, always a refuge and
a haven for me: my three older sisters at school,
the three younger ones asleep, or not born yet.
Nobody but Ma and me. How peaceful, content,
how cozy.

Sometimes in the quiet kitchen, the sunlight would
dance on the wall in rhythm to my mother's rapid
movements as she kneaded the challah, bread for
the Sabbath. "What's that on the wall, Ma?" "The
angels making bread."

I believed what my mother told me. When it
thundered, the angels were bowling. When it
snowed, the angels were sweeping off the porch
of heaven. I was happy in the kitchen, with the
wood-burning stove. It was quiet. No one there
but Ma and me and the angels.

--Kirk Douglas [Issur Danielovitch] (b. 1916)
American film actor and producer.
_The Ragman's Son_, ch. I [1988]

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When you finally go back to your old hometown,
you find it wasn't the old home you missed but
your childhood.
--Sam Ewing (1920—2001)
American writer and humorist.
Quoted in "Reader's Digest" [April 1992].

Keep the home fires burning,
While your hearts are yearning;
Though your lads are far away,
They dream of home.
There's a silver lining,
Through the dark cloud shining;
Turn the dark cloud inside out,
Till the boys come home.
--Lena Guilbert Ford (1870—1918)
American lyricist.
"Keep the Home Fires Burning" [1915]
(Music by Ivor Novello.)

Better one's House be too little one
day than too big all the Year after.
--Thomas Fuller (1654—1734)
English writer and physician.
Comp., _Gnomologia: Adages and Proverbs_, #919 [1732]

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It takes a heap o' livin' in a
house t' make it home.
--Edgar Guest (1881—1959)
American poet.
"Home" in _A Heap o' Livin'_ [1916].

& note:

[I]t takes a heap of other things
besides a heap o' livin' to make a home out of a house.
To begin with, it takes a heap o' payin'[.]
--Ogden Nash (1902—1971)
American writer of humorous poetry.
"Lines to a World-Famous Poet Who Failed to Complete
a World-Famous Poem or; Come Clean, Mr. Guest!"
in _Verses from 1929 on_ [1959].

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The stately homes of England,
How beautiful they stand!
Amidst their tall ancestral trees,
O'er all the pleasant land.
--Felicia Hemans [nιe Browne] (1793—1835)
English poet.
"The Homes of England" [1827]

and note:

The Stately Homes of England
How beautiful they stand,
To prove the upper classes
Have still the upper hand.
--Noλl Coward (1899—1973)
English playwright, actor, and composer.
"The Stately Homes of England" [1938 song]

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You cannot step twice into the same river, for
other waters are continually flowing in.
--Heraclitus (c.535—475 B.C.)
Greek philosopher.
_Fragments_, c 500 B.C.

I love those dear hearts and gentle people
Who live in my home town
Because those dear hearts and gentle people
Will never ever let you down
They read the good book from Fri' till Monday
That's how the weekend goes
I've got a dream house I'll build there one day
With picket fence and ramblin' rose
I feel so welcome each time that I return
That my happy heart keeps laughin' like a clown
I love the dear hearts and gentle people
Who live and love in my home town
--Music by Sammy Fain (1902—1989),
Lyrics by Bob Hilliard (1918—1971)
"Dear Hearts and Gentle People" [1949 song]

Peace and rest at length have come
All the day's long toil is past,
And each heart is whispering, 'Home,
Home at last.'
--Thomas Hood (1799—1845)
English poet and humorist.
"Home At Last"

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Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?

That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.

--A.E. [Alfred Edward] Houseman (1859—1936)
English classical scholar and poet.
"A Shropshire Lad" no. 40, l. 5 [1896]

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Home life ceases to be free and beautiful as
soon as it is founded on borrowing and debt.
--Henrik Ibsen (1828—1906)
Norwegian playwright.
_A Doll's House_, act I [1879]

It takes a hundred men to make an encampment,
but one woman can make a home.
--Robert Green Ingersoll (1833—1899)
American politician and orator know as "The Great Agnostic."
"Woman," speech at Peoria, Illinois [29 April 1870].

May your home always be too
small to hold all of your friends.
--Irish toast

It was the policy of the good old gentleman to make his
children feel that home was the happiest place in the world,
and I value this delicious home-feeling as one of the choicest
gifts a parent could bestow.
--Washington Irving (1783—1859)
American author, essayist, and travel book writer.
_The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent_ [1819—1820]

Any old place I can hang my hat
is home sweet home to me.
--William Jerome (1865—1932)
American songwriter.
Title of song [1901].

A man's foremost interest should be his work. But for
a woman—man *is* her work and her business. Yes, I
know it sounds like a convenient philosophy of the
selfish male when I say that. But marriage means a
home. And home is like a nest—not enough rooms for
both birds at once. One sits inside, the other perches
on the edge and looks about and attends to all outside
business.
--Carl Gustav Jung (1875—1961)
Swiss psychologist.
"Men, Women, and God" [25-29 April 1955]
_C.G. Jung Speaking: Interviews and Encounters_
ed. William McGuire and R.F.C. Hull [1977]

It's been a quiet week in Lake Wobegon, my
home town, out here on the edge of the prairie.
--Garrison Keillor (b. 1942)
American writer and radio host.
"A Prairie Home Companion" (American radio variety show)

The accent of one's birthplace lingers in the mind
and in the heart as it does in one's speech.
--Franηois de La Rochefoucauld (1613—1680)
French classical author.
_Maxims_ [1665]

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Home is where the heart is.
--"Ladies' Repository" [August 1868]

or:

Home is where the heart is.
--Pliny the Elder [Gaius Plinius Secundus] (23—79)
Roman statesman and scholar.
Quoted in Robert Andrews
_The Routledge Dictionary of Quotations_, p. 124 [1987].

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[Of home:]

... I miss the hills of Kentucky SO MUCH . Luckily,
I will be leaving for home by next Thursday. I will take
pictures. We have so many beautiful State Parks right
around the area where I lived - at least 4.

I can't wait to see the mist over the mountains in the
morning - hear the jar flies buzzing in the trees at night
- see lightnin' bugs again :-) I want to sit on Papaw's
breezeway during a gully-warshin' thunderstorm. I just
want to experience the place I love so much - to charge
my batteries so I can come back to Florida and stand it
until the next time I can go home.

I'm going to gorge myself on beefsteak tomatoes (something,
no matter how much they want to call tomatoes here, you
just can't find in Florida). I want to have fresh half-runner
green beans everyday I'm home. Fried sweet corn (not really
fried but cooked in a skillet with butter and milk).

I wish you could come to the reunion with us - you would
love my family and you would definitely love the food -
chicken and dumplins', fried potatoes, half-runners with
new potatoes, lots of every kind of vegetable casserole you
can imagine................'nana puddin'................There will be
a huge water balloon fight - there is every year. I will be
taken back to a time when I was a very young girl and the
whole family congregated at my great-grandparents house -
just up the street from mine. Because I was the first grandchild
in the Loar family, I was fortunate enough to get to experience
what family life was like before everyone got so successful
and busy (There was a house and yard full of Loar
descendants every single evening - Granddaddy Loar sitting
out under the apple tree with his suspenders and straw hat -
with his shoe and sock off, rubbing his feet ...

--Leighann, a friend from a USENET newsgroup,
reprinted with her permission.

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We may build more splendid habitations,
Fill our rooms with paintings and with sculptures,
But we cannot
Buy with gold the old associations!
--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807—1882)
American poet.
Quoted in James Wood (ed.) _Dictionary of Quotations from Ancient
and Modern, English and Foreign Sources_, p. 526 [1893].

Cicero described a room without
books, as a body without a soul.
--Sir John Lubbock (1834—1913)
The First Lord and Baron Avebury who was a
British banker, politician, and archaeologist.
"A Song of Books" (essay) in Ralph Waldo
Emerson _In Praise of Books_ [1860].

I was going to stay on the three million miles
of bent and narrow rural American two-lane,
the roads to Podunk and Toonerville. Into
the sticks, the boondocks, the burgs,
backwaters, jerkwaters, wide-spots-in-the-
road, the don't-blink-or-you'll-miss-it-towns.
Into those places where you say, 'My God!
What if you lived here!'
--William Least Heat Moon [Bill Trogdon] (b. 1939)
American author.
_Blue Highways_ [1982]

A man travels the world over in search of
what he needs and returns home to find it.
--George Augustus Moore (1852—1933)
Irish novelist.
_The Brook Kerith_, ch. 11 [1916]

Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.
--John Howard Payne (1791—1852)
American actor, dramatist, and songwriter.
"Home, Sweet Home" [1823 song]

The poorest man may in his cottage bid defiance to all the force
of the Crown. It may be frail; its roof may shake; the wind may
blow through it; the storms may enter, the rain may enter, —
but the King of England cannot enter; all his forces dare not
cross the threshold of the ruined tenement!
--William Pitt, the Elder, also called (from 1766) 1st Earl of Chatham (1708—1778).
British statesman, twice virtual prime minister [1756—1761, 1766—1768].
"Speech on the Excise Bill" [March 1763]

Happy the man whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air
In his own ground.
--Alexander Pope (1688—1744)
English poet.
_Ode on Solitude_ [1700]

I come back to the cottage in
Santa Monica Canyon where
Andree and I were poor and
Happy together. Sometimes we
Were hungry and stole vegetables
From the neighbors' gardens.
Sometimes we went out and gathered
Cigarette butts by flashlight.
But we went swimming every day,
All year round. We had a dog
Called Proclus, a vast yellow
Mongrel, and a white cat named
Cyprian. We had our first
Joint art show, and they began
To publish my poems in Paris.
We worked under the low umbrella
Of the acacia in the dooryard.
Now I get out of the car
And stand before the house in the dusk.
The acacia blossoms powder the walk
With little pills of gold wool.
The odor is drowsy and thick
In the early evening.
The tree has grown twice as high
As the roof. Inside, an old man
And woman sit in the lamplight.
I go back and drive away
To Malibu Beach and sit
With a gray haired childhood friend and
Watch the full moon rise over the
Long rollers wrinkling the dark bay.
--Kenneth Rexroth (1905—1982)
American poet.
"Only Years"

The best school of discipline is home. Family life is
God's own method of training the young, and homes
are very much as women make them.
--Samuel Smiles (1812—1904)
Scottish author.
_Duty_ [1880]

No furniture so charming as books.
--Sydney Smith (1771—1845)
English clergyman and essayist.
In Lady Holland (Smith's daughter) _Memoir_, vol. I, ch. 9 [1855].

I am pent up in frowzy lodgings, where
there is not enough room to swing a cat.
--Tobias George Smollett (1721—1771)
English satirical novelist.
_Humphry Clinker_, vol. I [1771]

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The Monterey Peninsula [ ... ] is a beautiful place, clean,
well run, and progressive. The beaches are clean where
once they festered with fish guts and flies. The canneries
which once put up a sickening stench are gone, their places
filled with restaurants, antique shops, and the like. They fish
for tourists now, not pilchards, and that species they are not
likely to wipe out. And Carmel, begun by starveling writers
and unwanted painters, is now a community of the well-to-
do and the retired. If Carmel's founders should return, they
could not afford to live there, but it wouldn't go that far.
They would be instantly picked up as suspicious characters
and deported over the city line.

The place of my origin had changed, and having gone away
I had not changed with it. In my memory it stood as it once
did and its outward appearance confused and angered me.

What I am about to tell must be the experience of very many
in this nation where so many wander and come back. I called
on old and valued friends. I thought their hair had receded a
little more than mine. The greetings were enthusiastic. The
memories flooded up. Old crimes and old triumphs were
brought out and dusted. And suddenly my attention wandered,
and looking at my ancient friend, I saw that his wandered also.
And it was true what I had said to Johnny Garcia — I was the
ghost. My town had grown and changed and my friend along
with it. Now returning, as changed to my friend as my town
was to me, I distorted his picture, muddied his memory. When
I went away I had died, and so became fixed and unchangeable.
My return caused only confusion and uneasiness. Although
they could not say it, my oId friends wanted me gone so that
I could take my proper place in the pattern of remembrance —
and I wanted to go for the same reason. Tom Wolfe was right.
You can't go home again because home has ceased to exist
except in the mothballs of memory.

--John Ernst Steinbeck (1902—1968)
American novelist.
_Travels With Charley_ [1962]

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I read within a poet's book
A word that starred the page:
'Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage!'

Yes, that is true, and something more:
You'll find, where'er you roam,
That marble floors and gilded walls
Can never make a home.

But every house where Love abides,
And Friendship is a guest,
Is surely home, and home-sweet-home:
For there the heart can rest.

--Henry Van Dyke (1852—1933)
American clergyman, educator, and author.
"A Home Song" in _The Poems of Henry van Dyke_ [1911].


'Tis fine to see the Old World and travel up and down
Among the famous palaces and cities of renown,
To admire the crumbly castles and the statues of the kings,—
But now I think I've had enough of antiquated things.

So it's home again, and home again, America for me!
My heart is turning home again, and there I long to be,
In the land of youth and freedom beyond the ocean bars,
Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars.

Oh, London is a man's town, there's power in the air;
And Paris is a woman's town, with flowers in her hair;
And it's sweet to dream in Venice, and it's great to study Rome;
But when it comes to living there is no place like home.

I like the German fir-woods in green battalions drilled;
I like the gardens of Versailles with flashing fountains filled;
But, oh, to take your hand, my dear, and ramble for a day
In the friendly western woodland where Nature has her way!

I know that Europe's wonderful, yet something seems to lack:
The Past is too much with her, and the people looking back.
But the glory of the Present is to make the Future free,—
We love our land for what she is and what she is to be.

Oh, it's home again, and home again, America for me!
I want a ship that's westward bound to plough the rolling sea,
To the blessed Land of Room Enough, beyond the ocean bars,
Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars.

--Henry Van Dyke (1852—1933)
American clergyman, educator, and author.
"America For Me" [June 1909] in _The Poems of Henry Van Dyke_ [1911].

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With four walk-in closets to walk in,
Three bushes, two shrubs, and one tree,
The suburbs are good for the children,
But no place for grown-ups to be.
--Judith Viorst (b. 1931)
American author.
_It's Hard to Be Hip Over Thirty and Other Tragedies of Married Life_ [1968]

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Instantly he could see the town below now, coiling in
a thousand fumes of homely smoke, now winking into
a thousand points of friendly light its glorious small
design, its arching passionate assurances of walls,
warmth, comfort, food, and love.
--Thomas Wolfe (1900—1938)
American novelist.
_The Web and the Rock_ [1939]


You Can't Go Home Again.
--Thomas Wolfe (1900—1938)
American novelist.
[1940 title of book]


You can't go back home to your family—
To a young man's dream of fame and glory,
To the country cottage away from strife and conflict,
To the father you have lost,
To the old forms and systems of things,
Which seemed everlasting but are changing all the time.
--Thomas Wolfe (1900—1938)
American novelist.
_You Can't Go Home Again_ [1940]

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I traveled among unknown men,
In lands beyond the sea:
Nor England! Did I know till then
What love I bore to thee.
--William Wordsworth (1770—1850)
English poet.
"I Traveled Among Unknown Men", st. 1 [1807]

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Everybody brings joy to this house ...
Some when they enter!
Some when they leave!
--anon.

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On Sunday, Lord, a Mrs. Drew
Is coming here the house to view,
Which is, of course, for sale.
Grant Thou, O Lord, that she forbear
From standing long upon the stair
That is, alas! too frail.

O do not let her hand draw back
The curtain and reveal the crack
Along the windowpane!
O guide her as she comes and goes,
So that no smell assails her nose
From the adjacent drain.

Let her not see the neighbouring slum
As she approaches. May she come
Along the better road,
And grant that she may, in a trice,
Agree to the inflated price
We ask for our abode.

And grant, O Lord, to us who plead,
These favours that we may succeed
In what we now devise,
And through Thine all-embracing love
Be made eternal tenants of.

--unknown

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Oh, give me a home, where the buffalo roam,
And I'll show you a house with a really messy kitchen.

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O give me a home,
Where the buffalo roam,
Where the deer and the antelope play,
Where seldom is heard
A discouraging word,
'Cause what can an antelope say?

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'Have you lived here all your life?'
'Not yet.'
--anon. Mainer response to the age-old question.

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"Historians and Fans Are Racing to
Catalog Homes Sold by Sears"
by Sara Schaefer Muρoz in _The Wall Street Journal_ [15 May 2006]

Marilyn Raschka spends many of her weekends driving around unfamiliar neighborhoods, knocking on doors and talking her way into strangers' basements. Once downstairs, she breaks out her flashlight and shines it along exposed beams, hunting for a letter and some numbers that are each no bigger than a thumbprint.

The 61-year-old resident of Hartford, Wis., is part of a small cadre of historians and passionate amateurs on a mission to identify and protect homes made by Sears, Roebuck and Co. About 70,000 to 100,000 of them were sold through Sears catalogs from 1908 to 1940. Distressed that the houses are falling victim to the recent boom in teardowns and renovations, their fans are scouring neighborhoods across the country, snapping pictures and sometimes braving snakes and poison ivy to poke around basements and attics for the telltale stamps that mark the lumber in most of the catalog homes. Because people can be shy about the state of their basements, Ms. Raschka brings along photos of her own messy cellar to persuade them to let her in.

Precut houses ordered from a Sears catalog were shipped by boxcar in 30,000 pieces -- including shingles, nails and paint -- and assembled by a local carpenter or by the buyers themselves. Styles ranged from the elaborate, nearly $6,000 Magnolia, to the three-room, no-bath Goldenrod, sold in 1925 for $445. (Outhouses sold separately.) One of the larger Sears models, constructed in Takoma Park, Md., sold last year for about $900,000, according to a local real-estate agent.

The homes caught on as the U.S. population grew and Americans began to move away from crowded city centers. Their popularity also was driven by the rise of company towns. In Carlinville, Ill., for example, Standard Oil ordered homes for its mine workers, 152 of which are still standing.

Sears also encouraged sales to families with steady wages but little in savings by financing up to 100% of some of the homes. But many homeowners were forced to default during the Depression, and sales came to an end in 1940. [...]

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antimacassar (noun) [ζn-ti-mκ-'kζ-sκ(r)]
A covering originally thrown over the backs and arms of sofas
and chairs to protect them from the hair oil worn by men of the
19th and early part of the 20th centuries. Currently these covers,
usually crocheted, are used for mere decoration.

chthonic [THONE-ik], adjective:
Dwelling in or under the earth; also,
pertaining to the underworld.

commodious [kuh-MOH-dee-us], adjective:
Comfortably or conveniently spacious;
roomy; as, a commodious house.

denizen [DEN-uh-zuhn], noun:
1. A dweller; an inhabitant.
2. One that frequents a particular place.

kilim (noun)
Pileless Middle Eastern rug: a Middle Eastern rug
with richly colored geometric patterns, woven like
tapestry, with no pile.

manse [MAN(T)S], noun:
1. A large and imposing residence.
2. The residence of a clergyman (especially
a Presbyterian clergyman.)

milieu [meel-YUH; meel-YOO], noun;
Environment; setting.



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