Have
you heard the story of {Bobbie the Wonder Dog}? Bobbie lived with his
family in Silverton, Oregon, in 1923. His family, the Braziers, took him
on a road trip to Indiana. Not far from their destination, they stopped
for gas. Bobbie was charged by a pack of dogs and ran off. The
Braziers thought Bobbie would eventually show up at the home where they were
staying, but he never did. They searched for Bobbie, but had to
eventually return to Oregon without him.
Six
months later, a mangy-looking Bobbie was spotted walking the streets of
Silverton. He had walked over 2,500 miles, crossing rivers and mountains
to get back home.
Like Bobbie, our longing for home is innate. We
feel connected somewhere. It might be the place we grew up or a place
where we feel peace.
I
have several “little” happy places, but my two main happy places are: the
beach and the campus of my alma mater. Many people love the beach, but
the main reason it’s a happy place for me is that I have sweet memories of
going to the Oregon Coast with my grandparents. I remember finding agates
and starfish with my grandpa. It’s my happy place because it’s beautiful
and peaceful, but also because I’m always happy there. Similarly, the
campus of my alma mater is full of happy memories. I LOVED college.
I met my husband there, I loved collegiate life, and I loved everything I
learned there. Every time I go back, I’m happy just walking the sidewalks
and visiting the bookstore. It’s really my happy place.
I
love the experience shared by Rachel Trotter in {“The
Power of Place.”} The town where she grew up, was married, and
is raising her children is home to her, but she feels a similar belonging in a
place she doesn’t actually frequent that often. Her father grew up in a
little town in Texas, and as Rachel grew up, she and her family would go back
to visit during the summertime. She wrote:
"There are no words to describe the feelings when we stopped at the Cleburne sign for a family picture or when my son stepped onto the football stadium where his grandpa won a state championship – [hallowed] ground for my football-loving family. It was pure joy to see and feel all those memories of love and home and to share them with my husband, children, sister and her children. It was pure joy for me as I walked into the cemetery. I couldn’t help but feel emotion as I saw name after name I recognized my dad talking about over the years, names on a genealogy fan chart that I realize are real people – my kindred – my blood. I imagined the hardscrabble life they led – tying their babies in trees to work the fields to protect them from wolves – killing snakes with hoes on the daily – unimaginable to me today. The power of place there was something special."
Places
can be special things. Like Rachel, places can cause us to appreciate
those who have gone before us. It can help us feel tied to those we
love. Places can draw us there because we are connected.
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Another way we connect with each other is through traditions.
From reading
bedtime stories to making gingerbread houses, family traditions create
meaningful ways to connect. Traditions strengthen family connections and
relationships within families. Family traditions are often fun, memorable
occasions. I think one of the biggest
reasons that family traditions resonate with us so much and touch our hearts is
simply this: it’s quality time spent together.
Some
of my favorite traditions from my childhood involve holidays or food –something
special and out of the ordinary– but traditions can be very simple, too. What about: Friends Night, writing letters to grandparents every week, a
back-to-school dinner, family outings once a month?
Traditions help us feel we belong somewhere. Events, places,
sights, and smells all contribute to our sense of belonging. Like Bobbie
the Wonder Dog, we all long for home, in whatever form that may be.
Chances are, you have photos of your family traditions.
Do
you take pictures of your Christmas gingerbread house tradition or your summer
family reunion tradition or your birthday breakfast tradition? Where are
those photos now? This double-edged sword we call digital photography
usually means that most people have hundreds and hundreds of photos that they
don’t have time to do anything with. But have
you ever thought of preserving your favorite photos AS a family tradition?
Memory-keeping (often thought of as "scrapbooking") is often just an item on Mom’s to-do list, but the process of memory-keeping is
something the family can enjoy together! The process of going through
photos, picking favorites, and then preserving them with the memories you have
of them can be a great bonding time.
{Here’s why the process of memory-keeping is so good for} the
person or people doing it.
If you're ready to create a memory-keeping tradition in your family, here are FIVE STEPS to beginning
this tradition: {“Preserving Pictures as a Family Tradition.”} Try them and see what effect this
tradition has on the relationships and happiness of your family!
Family traditions, photos, and memories are the most powerful things we never think about.
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We do all have those happy places, don't we? I love getting away to a cabin a few hours away with my husband. But being home with nothing I "have to do" is my happy place, too.
ReplyDeleteFor sure--there are lots of different types of "happy places!" I'm the same way, Donna. Thanks for stopping by and for the comment.
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ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed reading your post. My happy place is anywhere my family is. The smell of coffee is one of my favorites because it takes me back to that special time when my husband and I shared our first home together. We used to sit on our bench outside in the evenings and sip coffee while enjoying each other's company. Our neighbors eventually gave us the nickname "the love birds." Happy places really do bring back fond memories. Thank you for sharing this lovely post at Crazy Little Love Birds link party #6.
Have a wonderful week!
That's super sweet, Stephanie! I love that. :) Places really can bring back memories and sweet traditions. Thanks for visiting and for your lovely comment.
DeleteThat always amazes me when I hear a story about a dog or cat that found its family after being lost hundreds of miles away. And, yes some of us do have happy places. As for pics and vids, I've always taken them even when others got tired of the camera being in their faces. I'm sure one day they'll appreciate looking back at them. Thanks so much for linking up at the #UnlimitedLinkParty 131. Pinned.
ReplyDeleteThey will! Some day, pictures end up being all we have, and they become more cherished than ever. And places may be that way, too. Thanks for visiting and for the Pin!
DeleteBeautiful thoughts! I love places that bring back wonderful memories for me. I was a big "homebody" and my old house gives me those feelings when I talk about it or drive past it. Thank you for visiting Tell It To Me Tuesday. I hope to see you again this week.
ReplyDeleteI'm the same way, Lyndsey--my old house gives me so many feelings of nostalgia. Thanks for reading and for the comment. See you next time. :)
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