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Sue Cauhape's avatar

I've been homesick for SLC lately. I haven't a clue why because all the cherished landmarks of my childhood, except for the house I grew up in, has been razed and replaced by some godawful box. Even my childhood home has morphed into something else. It's there. It's recognizable. And I love visiting my nephew and his wife, but even that's gotten weird. If you can find your way around what used to be home, what's the point of returning. Besides, the last time I was there, my cat died. Jesus!

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Tabby Ivy's avatar

what a wonderful piece, Paul. and oh my your great grandfather! I cannot image being kicked out of your house at 13 because there wasn't enough food. what a kick-start to life! having always lived on the west coast, I have a very different perspective and memory of what home was. I grew up near Los Angeles, twenty five miles east. but I know the Palisades and Malibu and Altadena and Hollywood - now all burning. whole communities gone. It is surreal and horrifying. and now reading of your family's homes. still there. others are not so lucky. where is home anymore?

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