“As truth be told, homecoming never gets old.”

When I woke up, it was cloudy and dark, but within an hour the sun had burst from the clouds and taken over the sky. It is a beautiful day, sunny and warm. My deck is being stained, and the finished parts look like new. The only problem is Gracie. When she wants out, I have to divert her right down the stairs. I think she figures I’m depriving her of saying hello to the men working and also having access to all the brushes and cans of stain, great smells gone to waste. We are going to the dump so maybe that will salve her feelings.

I didn’t get my lazy day yesterday as I had to go for a few items at the grocery store. That meant getting dressed. Today I have a few things to do so tomorrow will be my lay about day. I’m already looking forward to a nap on the deck.

I think I’m getting boring. I have no stories, no remembrances and no adventures to share.  I know they are in my memory drawers somewhere, but they’re probably stuck in the same way my bureau drawers often are. I’m doing my best to pry them open.

My house is filled with memories of my travels. The most are, of course, from Ghana. They are in every room. I have baskets, gourds, paintings and drawings, metal and wooden figures, cloth, an oware game and an old stool, the sign of a chief. I have some artwork done by the art teacher at my school. I can still visualize him: Mr. Yao Blissah. His first name means he was born on Thursday. He was a small, compact man who always spoke to me when we’d meet on school grounds. I can’t remember if he lived on grounds or not.  Most teachers did in a row of houses facing the school buildings. A road of sorts led from the gate to the last house, which was mine. The back gate was beside my house. Outside the gate, the road led to the hospital and to the houses of the hospital staff. I used to take the dirt road as a shortcut until I got my motorcycle.

For forty years I thought of Ghana constantly and then I finally went back. The next year I went back again and here I am planning a third trip. All of the feelings came back in force when first I went. It was a homecoming.

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8 Comments on ““As truth be told, homecoming never gets old.””

  1. Richard Says:

    mgmt team is having the gutters on the buildings cleaned, so there’s a bit more activity than usual. Other than that, a lazy day.

    Looks as if the steroid injection from yesterday isn’t going to hold. Surgery’s starting to look more and more like the last option, and if that doesn’t work, well, it’s one of those ‘Sux 2 B Me’ things. Life’s like that.

    You still have stuff to write – it’s just being stubborn about coming to the surface. Don’t try so hard to remember and Le Spigot will open.

    I don’t think I ever collected that many ‘remembrances’ from my travels. One exception: During my time doing hazardous materials recycling, we stayed at the Trump Plaza in Atlantic City. I took some of the soaps and other little ‘giftie’ things, mostly the bathroom items, just because they were so gauche, tacky, and tawdry – and they displayed such poor taste. The Plaza itself was a style I can only call ‘Mafia Baroque.’

    I still remember the bullhorns on the boardwalk with their non-stop reminders to visitors to ‘Stay in the boardwalk area! We are not responsible for your safety if you go outside the boardwalk area!’ … almost a thinly-veiled threat. One evening I decided to walk around the block to see what was there. During the walk I felt as if I had a huge bullseye on my back, and I was quite relieved to make it back into the garish light of the casino boardwalk area. I’m sure a lot of that was a response conditioned by the incessant messaging, but hey, it’s Atlantic City. Just sayin’ …

    Today’s Musical Message is performed by Mr Jeffrey (‘Jeff’) Beck, and it’s his interpretation of the Mingus classic, ‘Goodbye Pork Pie Hat’ … and now, to begin …

    • katry Says:

      You have to keep in mind that I lived in Ghana for 27 months, and many of my remembrances decorated my house there. Most trips I don’t bring a whole lot back except in Morocco which had lovely gifts for my friends and family for Christmas. I also brought home a few items for me. African gifts are unique, and I never buy tacky.

      The single steroid shot didn’t work for me either. I think that was the third attempt of stuff to avoid surgery. For some people the shot is a miracle worker, but it wasn’t for me nor does it seem you either.

      I haven’t any inclination to go to Atlantic City. It does have an especially high crime rate. Besides, I hate to gamble. It’s like throwing my money away.

      I think my music file has a few recordings of this song, but this is the first time I’reheard Beck.

  2. Birgit Says:

    Not boring, I’m still reading 🙂
    I especially love your travelogs and I’m sure I haven’t read about all the countries you’ve visited.

    New Home, a song by Bukahara, a group I really like. Great songs and great music. Especially live recordings are fun but today it has to be this song:

    • katry Says:

      Thanks, Birgit,

      You are so right: this is the perfect song for today. They put together an amazing video.

      It’s true there are still several countries where interesting adventures part of the trip. I’m glad I don’t bore you!!

  3. Bob Says:

    Today started out with thunderstorms and a steady rain and cleared off by one this afternoon.

    When we moved into our condo last year there is a dentist office across the street, how convenient. One of the dentist’s husband is the anesthesiologist who gave my wife her epidural when my daughter was born twenty two years ago. Before that her husband and his father were both my students. In 1975, after I gave her future husband a flying lesson he asked for my advice. He had just graduated from college and was accepted to medical school but also wanted to be an airline pilot and couldn’t decide on his career path. I told him going to medical school was a no brainier because the flying business is so flakey while physicians are among the highest paid professions. Become a doctor, I said and then buy your own airplane. Since we moved here I have visited the dentist more frequently than usual due to tooth problems like I had today. It’s a small world, isn’t it?

    Living in another country must be a wonderful experience. Returning to the U.S. after living in a third world country must make one appreciate what we have such as indoor plumbing. 🙂

    We Americans are so parochial and closed minded towards anyone who is different. In the last forty years we have become a more racially and culturally diverse country which scares the heck out of many WASPs. Globalization is scary when everyone in your family has always worked on an industrial assembly line and the plant was moved elsewhere. No wonder the Donald is so popular. Who wouldn’t want to make America great again when you pine for the good old days before we had a black President. It seems pretty great to me now. 🙂

    • katry Says:

      They’re saying Monday is the only day with a chance of rain. The rest of the weekend will be hot, in the low 80’s in the city but cooler here on the coast.

      It is a small world. I run into former students all the time. The dental surgeon I last saw was a former student, one of the smartest kids I’ve ever had. They always stop and chat and most give me a hug. It is rewarding to hear how well they are doing.

      I found America a cold place. In Ghana I was used to people greeting each other including me. I said hello to an old lady sitting a car and she shut the window. If you look lost in Ghana, someone always stops to help. I can take a bucket bath really well, but I’m not a fan of a hole in the floor.

      I agree that American seems pretty great now.

  4. olof1 Says:

    I wasso tired yesterday after work that I fell alseep on the couch and slept there until I went upstairs to the bed 🙂 I hadn’t done much at work so I don’t know why I was so tired 🙂 My nose is stuffed though so I guess I might have a tiny cold. I didn’t miss much by sleeping though, it was too chilly outside and I had to turn on some radiators.

    I rarely think back, it can happen if I see a photograph or a smell passes by but mostly it happens here when I read about Your memories. I’m more in to thinking about the future, what possibilities people will have then, if we survive the climate change that most likely will be violent in many places. How those people might get the chance to travel out in space finding new plantes to destroy 🙂

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      I’ve sometimes done the same thing, falling asleep on the couch. Usually the dog and Fern join me. That doesn’t make for a lot of comfort.

      Sometimes thinking about the future is scary. Global warming, terrorists and religious wars don’t make for much optimism. thinking about the past keeps it alive.I do love making memories.

      Have a great weekend!

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