Rounding Second And Heading For Third

On hot summer nights as a child, I would sit outside with my Dad and listen to the Twins on his RCA Victor transistor radio. It was small, and we had to huddle around it as we listened to Herb Carneal and Halsey Hall see the game for us.

He’s rounding third and heading for home plate. 

Dad’s excitement always poured over me. I was the son he never  had.

Home plate. Home base. Heading for home. This was the desired destination, and why shouldn’t it be? Home is important. The very idea should fill us with a feeling of lasting security and warmth. There is nothing more desirous than to make a safe haven for yourself and your loved ones to run too.

Your home.

Perhaps it’s the holidays looming in the wings,or maybe it’s the election, but what ever it is I have been thinking a great deal lately about this thing called home. My home has changed greatly in the past three years, but the idea stays the same. Home has always been where my loved ones are.Whether we were at the mortgage address or in a hotel, that was home. Please don’t misunderstand me, I love the small refined things a home provides. Comfortable surroundings, space for my crap (see recent post),  but it’s also the people.  My family and friends, that’s the most important part of home. Anything can give you a roof over your head or a place to store your socks, but only the people in your life can help you celebrate a home.

Too schmaltzy. Well sometimes that’s what honest feelings are: schmaltz. Deal with it.

My Mother provided a lovely home for us. We lived on a farm in central Minnesota until I was eleven. She was a transplanted country girl who loved Minneapolis,  but she fell in love and married a gypsy (another post) and his dream, at that moment, was to own a farm. Mostly a trooper, she insisted on providing proper meals for us. Not just balanced nutritionally, but she had to have the table set with silverware in classic formation, bread plates, and yes, even individual salt cellars. She played music during dinner. Providing a fine home was an essential part of who she was.  She was no Emily Post (or for you young ones-Martha Stewart), but she loved making our home as elegant and comfortable as money would allow.

Sometimes people equate purchasing things with providing a good home. Mounds of decorative pillows surround a couch, that no one is allowed to sit on unless there’s company. Families are delegated to the basement to live out there days, with the rest of the house only used for sleeping, cooking, or guests.

My advice: use the whole damn house. No guest towels, no holiday dishes, no covers on the couch-USE THE HOUSE. Make it your home.Gather you loved ones and let it become the place where you are safe and warm. Make it the place where friends and family can mingle, and enjoy good things, good food, and good memories.

Rejoice in the finer things, but remember the most important of those things is your family, your friends, your village.

And by the way, after mulling it over, my Mother may have been more like Martha than Emily.

If you know what I mean.

But that’s a whole other tale.

Yep, I learned a lot from Mom.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Might As Well Swing

Monday Nights 6 to 10 pm on KBEK 95.5 FM or live stream on KBEK.co

Name-Brand Ketchup.

Some things in life need to be top-shelf.

NewsFeed

Breaking news and updates from Time.com. News pictures, video, Twitter trends.

World

International Headlines, Stories, Photos and Video

Bead Shop - Cambridge, MN

a/k/a WillowBridge Beads - Beads and Boutique

My Life As A Slinky

Falling Down One Step At A Time.

Shannon A Thompson

You need the world, and the world needs good people.

With All I Am

Think. Reason. Follow

The Idiot Speaketh

Once upon a Time, in rural North Texas, there lived an Idiot.

Ned's Blog

Humor at the Speed of Life

The Write Niche

For me, finding a niche has been like trying to choose a favorite among my own children. There are so many things I love to do, but one I'm passionate about and that's writing.

The Daily Post

The Art and Craft of Blogging

Seussblog

Exploring the history, themes and inspiration of all of Dr.Seuss' children's books.

Live to Write - Write to Live

We live to write and write to live ... professional writers talk about the craft and business of writing

Lucy’s Football

Author, digital editor, copyeditor

Echoes In The Wind

Falling Down One Step At A Time.

The WordPress.com Blog

The latest news on WordPress.com and the WordPress community.

%d bloggers like this: