Tyme2fish
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[h=2]Going back home[/h]
I'm planning on a trip to Virginia where I was born, but not raised. Sadly,most of my Uncles have passed,but I still have one Uncle in the old home town and another Uncle just 2 hours away in Danville,VA and a slew of cousins.
I lived in this town in my 18 to 20 years of age and worked and lived there. It's not like I'm a complete stranger to the town or my kin.
I haven't visited the town in four years. That was when my Mother's only sister passed away, just a little longer after the year my Mother died.
I call my two surviving Uncles every month but my cousins seem to think I'm way out west here in Indiana and never ever call me.
OK.I'm feeling a little sad and morose now, but I sure miss those Blue Ridge Mountains and family.
Does any one else feel like an "outsider" when visiting their old home place?
My 45th high school reunion is this August and I don't think I'll attend. I'll have to travel all the way up to Plymouth,IN , a five plus hour drive, and I honestly don't really care. I keep in touch with a few select friends via e-mail or facebook and really don't give a hoot about the travel and expenses to see a bunch of 63 year old farts like me tottering around a banquet hall reliving old high school days.
I lived in this town in my 18 to 20 years of age and worked and lived there. It's not like I'm a complete stranger to the town or my kin.
I haven't visited the town in four years. That was when my Mother's only sister passed away, just a little longer after the year my Mother died.
I call my two surviving Uncles every month but my cousins seem to think I'm way out west here in Indiana and never ever call me.
OK.I'm feeling a little sad and morose now, but I sure miss those Blue Ridge Mountains and family.
Does any one else feel like an "outsider" when visiting their old home place?
My 45th high school reunion is this August and I don't think I'll attend. I'll have to travel all the way up to Plymouth,IN , a five plus hour drive, and I honestly don't really care. I keep in touch with a few select friends via e-mail or facebook and really don't give a hoot about the travel and expenses to see a bunch of 63 year old farts like me tottering around a banquet hall reliving old high school days.
I don't understand these people on Facebook that friend anyone they ever went to school with.
