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. . . see "HOME & FAMILY" (below) 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. _Letters_ In sorrow he learned this truth: Though 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 A home without books is a body without soul. --Marcus Tullius Cicero (106—43 BC) Roman orator and statesman. For a man's house is his castle. --Sir Edward Coke (1552—1634) English writer on law. _Third Institute_ Human beings are the only creatures that allow their children to come back home. --Bill Cosby (1937— ) American comedian. - 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] (1916— ) American film actor and producer. _The Ragman's Son_ [1988], Chapter 1 - ^ From the Durham (N.C.) Independent Weekly. Ceiling fans (indoor) with light fixture for sale. --_New Yorker_ (magazine) [24 December 2007] ^ 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. Keep the home-fires burning, While your hearts are yearning, Though your lads are far away, They dream of home. --Lena Guilbert Ford (1870-1916) lyricist, "Till the Boys Come Home!" [WWI song] 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] - It takes a heap o' livin' in a house t' make it home. --Edgar Guest (1881—1959) American poet. "Home" in _The Collected Verse of Edgar A. Guest_ [1934]. & see: It 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. "A Heap o' Livin'" - The stately homes of England, How beautiful they stand! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land. --Felicia Hemans (1793—1835) English poet. "The Homes of England" [1849] and note: The Stately Homes of England How beautiful they stand, To prove the upper classes Have still the upper hand. --Noël Coward (1899—1973) English playwright, actor, and composer. "The Stately Homes of England" [1938 song] - 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 BC There can be no freedom or beauty about a home life that depends on borrowing and debt. --Henrik Ibsen (1828—1906) Norwegian playwright. _A Doll's House_ [1879], Act I 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]. 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] The accent of one's birthplace lingers in the mind and in the heart as it does in one's speech. --François de La Rochefoucauld (1613—1680) French classical author. _Maxims_ [1665] - ... I miss the hills of Kentucky S O M U C H . 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 successfull 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. - 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_ [1916] Ch. 11 Mid pleasure 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] 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_ 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. - 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" _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 and 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 sway! 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_ - 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 (1931— ) American author. _It's Hard to Be Hip Over Thirty and Other Tragedies of Married Life_ [1968] You Can't Go Home Again. --Thomas Wolfe (1900—1938) American novelist. [1940 title of book] 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] - Home is where the heart is. --anon. - 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 - Oh, give me a home, where the buffalo roam, And I'll show you a house with a really messy kitchen. - 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? --- Historians and Fans Are Racing to Catalog Homes Sold by Sears By SARA SCHAEFER MUÑOZ _The Wall Street Journal_ May 15, 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. [ . . . ] ----- 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. Ex.: But he will know one thing about what it means to be an American, because he has known the raw continent, and not as tourist but as denizen. --"Noted With Pleasure," _New York Times_, [2 February 1992] 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).  . . see: ANNIVERSARIES BABIES BED BIRTH BOYS CAMP CHILDBIRTH, CHILDHOOD CHILDREN CHRISTMAS COMPANY (HAVING) COOKING CORPORAL PUNISHMENT DAUGHTERS DISCIPLINE FAMILY FATHERS FIREPLACE FOOD GARDENS GIRLS GOING HOME GRANDCHILDREN, GRANDFATHERS, GRANDMOTHERS, GRANDPARENTS GUESTS HOBBIES HOME (above), HOMETOWNS (below) HOSPITALITY HOUSE, HOUSEWIFE, HOUSEWORK HUSBANDS, HUSBANDS & WIVES IN-LAWS INSURANCE MEN, MEN & WOMEN MOTHER-IN-LAW, MOTHERS NEIGHBORS/NEIGHBORHOOD PARENTING PARTIES PLANTS, PLAY POSSESSIONS PRIVACY PUNISH/PUNISHMENT RELATIVES SANTA CLAUS SHOPPING SISTERS SONS, SONS AND DAUGHTERS TEENAGERS THANKSGIVING TRADITION TWINS WIVES WOMEN, WOMEN'S LIB ;void(0)) HOMETOWNS . . see "HOME & FAMILY" (above) 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] It's been a quiet week in Lake Wobegon, my home town, out here on the edge of the prairie... --Garrison Keillor (1942— ) American writer and radio host. 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] (1939— ) American author. _Blue Highways_ [1982] end page | HABIT - HANGOVER | HAPPINESS | HAPPY BIRTHDAY - HATE | HATS - HEAT | HEALTH | HEAVEN - HIPPOS | HISTORIANS & HISTORY | HITCHCOCK - HOLOCAUST | HOME - HOMETOWNS | HONESTY & HONOR | HOOVER - HOTELS | HOUSE - HUMAN NATURE | HUMAN RACE - HUMANITY | HUMILIATION - HURT | HUMOR | HURTING (SOMEONE) | HUSBANDS - HYPOCRISY | | H | I - J | K - L | M | N - O | P - Q | | Return Home | The Credits | The Cast | Act 1 | Act 2 | Act 3 | The End | The Reviews | Photos | |
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