When I searched for the farmhouse of my childhood (framework house, with goose, chicken and cats) – I found out, it was replaced by a big, big school with 1,000 scholars. The city had grown. Progress?
photo: frizztext
background music: frizz-guitar; we maybe did not lose cotton fields at home, but everyone has lost his childhood one day. Relicts? Some photos maybe, some songs, some words …
related:
“…these structures won’t be save. There is no doubt the farms will be replaced by new developments. Progress…”
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I never lived anywhere near cotton fields, but I love your gentle music, Frizz. My childhood home was long since bulldozed to make an office complex, which is now derelict. 🙂
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my childhood home (owned by my grandparents) which i inherited from my mother remains old, dusty and needs a total repair and renovation.. i remember that it used to be full of life when i was small, lots of flowering plants and vegetables as my grandfather loves plants.. my wish is to make it come alive again..
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What a beautiful house! It looks so “homey”!
I imagine a housewife open the window to cool a fresh baked cake. 😀
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Thank you frizztext. I hope it brings you wonderful memories whenever you think of the old farm. I miss those days too of my childhood but that’s what made who we are today.
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What a beautiful picture Frizz !
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Reblogueó esto en Noke In The Cloudy comentado:
Un poquito de música para la tarde de domingo
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I believe that as children we see things with a golden veil. So wherever we may be born, we will always have golden memories one way or another. If only we could retain that filter as we grow…
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maybe a chemical endorphin drug-like effect in childhood? you told from your father (parents?), Marina, who collected all your childhood paintings – and now you are a painter. You saved your positive childhood feelings into the very present. Wonderful undestroyed bridge to energy of childhood (maybe the same thing, Picasso talked about…)
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That is such a wonderful compliment, my friend. It is true that I still feel the connection with mini me as if no time has passed… but sometimes, life gets in the way!
😉
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Love your fingerpicking rendition, “In them old cotton fields back home.” That’s one of the first songs I learned as a child.
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Lovely cool finger-picking Frizz for a warm Sunday afternoon in the city. Greetings and thank you. As for childhood homes, I just don’t go there anymore.
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good bye U.K.,
welcome USA …
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Oh I know how that feels. Did a very cathartic piece a while ago triggered by the memories of my childhood home.
Love your accompaniment Frizz 🙂
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you’ve composed a great tribute to your childhood home in Mangalore, India, Madhu! I like the boat-photos too, but be glad, you left this graveyard, travelling around the world from Paris to New York etc…
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I can relate to the lost feeling. The world is changing rapidly… Thank you for the wonderful music, Frizz!
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Awww … such a charming building.
It’s hard to see a childhood home change. There is a hospital where my hubby’s tenement buildings used to be. Progress…??? I’m not sure.
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Yes! We all lose something; but, we gain something else. Sigh!
Lovely music as always. You’re so good.
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Having moved many times when little I never look back to a childhood home – home is only where I am in the present. So much truth in the saying that you can never go back…
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I love that vintage image of the wooden framed house…it looks so warm, inviting and cosy 🙂
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