tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781753636089506134.post3624288357590021648..comments2023-08-22T09:35:36.716-04:00Comments on True Confessions of a Prodigal Daughter: Farewell to a HomeMary Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04107504165449607702noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781753636089506134.post-85924205031730446422010-05-01T18:24:24.824-04:002010-05-01T18:24:24.824-04:00I loved reading this. Thank you.I loved reading this. Thank you.Kalonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09050029840028651554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781753636089506134.post-67814980564680804952010-04-29T18:22:48.938-04:002010-04-29T18:22:48.938-04:00Thanks so much, kkollwitz. Memories are so importa...Thanks so much, kkollwitz. Memories are so important, aren't they? We realize that there is an expiration date to everything. It's just difficult to let go with certain things and I'd say a childhood home is one of them.<br /><br />Really enjoyed visiting your blog, btw. Great stuff!Mary Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04107504165449607702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781753636089506134.post-72386543468729652992010-04-27T00:31:05.082-04:002010-04-27T00:31:05.082-04:00"At first I didn't want to see my beloved..."At first I didn't want to see my beloved childhood home slip away."<br /><br />If it's any comfort, my childhood home was bulldozed, and a new house was built in its place. It was distressing at first, but within a year I was over it; and I still have the memories.kkollwitzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17691145638703824456noreply@blogger.com