Home is where you hang your hat. And you'd better hang your coat up too, or you'll hear about it.
I remember watching Scarlet O'Hara whip that poor stolen horse until he collapsed and died, all in a frantic desire to get back to her home. There wasn't much left of the Southern Mansion, but it was home, blessed home. The Yankees at least left some green velvet drapes hanging on a couple of windows and Scarlet and Mammy whipped them up into a beautiful gown for Scarlet to wear to Atlanta to get money so that her home wouldn't be snatched from under her. You'll do anything to save your home.
My son has spent the last year and a half building a new home, much of it by himself with the
help of his son. There's nothing like the feeling you get when you build a home with your own
two hands. His heart is really in that home!! It looks beautiful in pictures, and I hope I get to
see it next summer.
On the other hand, there are people that have no home. My heart goes out to them, but it comes right back here to this home of mine. There was a time when my childhood family did not have a home. Ma and Pa had bought a home, and then found out that the seller had no right to sell it because it wasn't his, so we had to get out right away. My mother said "No more of this moving! We are going to build a house". So they did with hardly any money. So we lived
in a tent in my uncle's yard. His house wasn't big enough for all six of us. It was a happy day when we got to live in our own home, unfinished though it was.
Dorothy was so right. There's no place like home.
I too love my home. Sometimes we are pushed for space, but that's ok because I am so thankful we have a home. We have done a lot of living in this house in the last 20 years and expect there will be a lot more. On this Thanksgiving I feel blessed to be here, in my home with my family.
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