Sometimes you can go home again
Recently, my brother Pete came to Savannah to attend our mother’s one-year memorial service. Since he was planning to be here for a week, I suggested that we take a road trip to Greenville, SC where we lived when we were children. Pete and I were not born in Greenville, but it’s the place where we grew up, so it’s always been home.
Through the years, I stayed in contact with my Greenville friends. We were bridesmaids in each other’s wedding, and continued to share cards and phone calls even after we had children. I even attended a couple of reunions for Greenville High graduates. Pete, however, for reasons known only to him, never seemed to be interested in keeping contact with his friends and classmates.
My brother didn’t take to the idea of the trip until I suggested we make it a game, a kind of adventure, to find the five places where we lived the eleven years we spent in Greenville. Locating these houses had been the topic of many discussions between us. Our father had died many years ago and Mama was not very forthcoming when it came to incidents in the past. Somehow, it seemed important to us to find these houses that were part of our childhood. Read full article »
July 14th, 2009
