Today I decided to search my Archives for stories from the past. This one is from January 17, 2019:
This morning, I was clicking through my six blogs, pondering whether or not to change any headers or themes…and when I came to this one, I had one of those nostalgic moments. Note the header, with the “lofty” photos. The loft on the left was from a townhouse where I lived for almost six years, from 1988 to 1994. (The one on the right is from a cottage in Berlin where my eldest son and his wife lived for a while).
There is a bit of serendipity about that loft where I lived for a while. I first saw the space in 1978! Yes, ten years before I moved into it. Then it was brand new…but the loft, with spaces between the rails, gave me pause. At the time, the girl you see in the above photo (my daughter) was a toddler. I cringed at the thought that she might crawl through a slat and fall. So we moved on.
But in 1988, there was no such fear, and the serendipitous moment had arrived. I just knew I had to live there.
Here are some scenes from those days:
Looking down from the loft to a Christmas living room scenario.
Curled up by the fire: my eldest and my youngest, enjoying the coziness.
My Three Sons…
Another view of the loft, from above; I turned it into my bedroom:
And here’s another look; I loved the brass headboard, which I moved with me to the foothills after I left this place…but then gave it away before coming to my current residence. Sigh.
My No. 2 son, visiting from college…
My youngest, being her preteen self….
A Halloween in the townhouse…and my daughter is strutting in the dining room…
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So…now that I’ve savored those memorable moments, I will move on to other things, but memories and moments do lift my spirits during the dark days we are now living.
Do you find nostalgic moments helpful when times are tough? What do you do to help in difficult times?
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SERENDIPITY 