Monday, 01 December 2008 | |
LIME CITY — A Perrysburg Township home was destroyed by fire late Sunday, and investigators are trying to determine what caused the blaze.
This photograph and the accompanying article were part of a link sent to me by my friend Sharon, whose childhood home is pictured here. This is what remains of a place where she spent her early formative years, and a place that I first came to know in the late 1980’s when I began to pay visits to my college friend and her family. I have more than a few fond memories of parties, beautiful sunsets by the pond out back, and a growing bond of friendship; Sharon’s recollections seemingly outnumber the stars. Her parents moved on from this place a few years ago, just as mine did from the home that we knew for more than thirty years. Our former home has been forever altered as well, water damaged by careless new owners. Two homes once meticulously maintained are now a shadow of what we knew. All of this brings so much to mind. First, that Sharon and I were both blessed in a way that is beyond what many people in this world ever know- we had lovely and solid places to go home to for so many years…addresses and phone numbers indelibly etched in our minds. That was a fortune right there. Eventually the lesson was learned that this wasn’t to be forever and I, for one, have yet to fully memorize my parent’s new address. Something of a protest, perhaps. But the second thing is this, and that is a lesson in learning to let go. Because it is one thing to see the people move on from the place, and it is another to see the place forever changed, and to wonder what that means for your life history. It ceased to be your home when the sold sign went up and the moving trucks came, but still it was this place you could drive by and point to and say, “That’s where I grew up- that’s where this, and this, and this happened.” It is something of sacred ground of your past. What now? A lesson learned, a grasp loosened, memories cherished but reality made more manifest through destruction of the tangible. A reminder that things fade, even die, but that there is still something in that air when the debris is hauled away- the love we share with one another in these places that remains with us always.
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