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Be It Ever So Humble: A Moment With Bill Reflection

Updated on February 27, 2014

A Struggle at Times

Never make your home in a place. Make a home for yourself inside your own head. You'll find what you need to furnish it - memory, friends you can trust, love of learning, and other such things. That way it will go with you wherever you journey.

Tad Williams


I have struggled at times with this whole “home” business, and I suspect others have as well. I was one of the lucky ones and I am fully aware of that fact. I had a wonderful childhood, and my memories of home are as clear today as they ever have been. My childhood home was the same from the age of five until I moved out at twenty-four, and it was a home of family dinners, laughter, and love.

All well and good, but the struggle begins once that childhood home is no longer. Once the parents have died and extended family moves away; once the children marry and cannot replicate the childhood experience; once life just gets in the damn way, then those wonderful memories of days gone by almost become painful reminders of days that will never be again, and therein lies the struggle.

A young Toby King perhaps? :)
A young Toby King perhaps? :) | Source

Turning It over to Toby King

I recently finished my first draft of a novel I have been working on for the past six months. The working title is “The Long Walk Home” and the main character, the protagonist if you will, is one Toby King, writer, poet, and one extremely flawed human being. I’m going to turn this discussion about home over to Toby and let him share his thoughts on home.

Home for twenty-four years
Home for twenty-four years | Source
And my home today
And my home today | Source

From Toby

“Be it ever so humble, come on now, sing it with me, you know the words, there’s no place like home. Brick and mortar, framework and insulation, toss in a little plumbing and wire it for power; what have we got, give me an H, give me an O, give me an M and give me an E and what does that spell?

But wait, we need a lawn, we need some flowerbeds, and the kids will need a playhouse, oh wouldn’t a treehouse be fantastic for the little ones, and a two-car garage of course, not for the cars but for the junk, it’s piling up and we need a place to store it, and home from the store and the smells of roast pork and apple pies waft through the air, Toby, wipe your feet; Toby, wash your hands; Toby, set the table. How ya doing, son? How was school? Did the paper route go smoothly today? Let’s play some catch after dinner and then it will be time for homework, and man alive that pie tastes good, can I have another piece, momma, please just one more piece.

And the years pass and the children move away, and now home for the parents is just the two of them and eight-by-ten photographs hang on the walls, and the kids are off and running, shucking and jiving to and fro, and where is home for them now that they have moved far, far away? And during their travels, the sojourns around the countryside, there are homeless, and where is home for someone who is homeless? A bit of a soggy pickle that question don’t you think? And those who live in foster care and institutions, do you suppose they go for a walk and then return “home” or do they just return, for where is home when the apple pies and roast pork dinners are missing and nobody has your eight-by-ten on the wall?

And more years pass and the children have children, and the parents of old are now memories, and the moving trucks come and the moving trucks go, and here’s the keys to your new home Mr. and Mrs., and the old pictures are hung on the new walls, and new aromas drift and new memories are made, many miles from whence they came but still residing in their homes.

Change is a constant my friends, and yet the more things change the more they stay the same, for one ingredient is found in all the homes, near and far, to and fro, one room studios and massive five-bedrooms; gated communities and a shack in the holler; all are homes because home is where the love is. That is a truth you cannot deny. Home is a four-letter word; love is a four-letter word; put them together and you have found the secret. Makes no difference if you have a vibrant family of six or it’s just you and the spouse; home is love and love is home. Change addresses a score of times; put in lawns and take out lawns; home improvements or decaying from the years; where there is love there is home.

And so we travel all those miles, from childhood to adulthood, running willy nilly in search of whatever, chasing our tails and chasing our dreams. The good times come and the good times go. The bad times come; the bad times go. We plow ahead, stumbling our way to the next bumble of life, never quite sure if the next decision will be a game-breaker or not; never quite as confident as we would have others believe. And there are some who are forever looking for that which they left so long ago, the scent of apple pies and roast pork and mom and dad tucking them in at night with a gentle kiss and a knowing smile, and they are lost without it, totally flummoxed in search of the better days long past, the kinder, gentler days when truths seemed absolute and doubts were non-existent.

Then one day the searching ends. For some it ends with a pine box and a memorial; for others, it ends when they discover the truth, the absolute of life that has been true since the day we crawled out of the womb…..home is love and love is home.”

A Simple Truth Indeed

I feel like I've never had a home, you know? I feel related to the country, to this country, and yet I don't know exactly where I fit in... There's always this kind of nostalgia for a place, a place where you can reckon with yourself.

Sam Shepard

Don’t discount it my friends. Don’t devalue it or shun it in favor of some slick-talking shuckster who speaks with forked tongue. You can’t buy it at the convenience store and you can’t trade for it at the mercantile. Love cannot be purchased. Love cannot be bartered for, and love cannot be undervalued. Without love we are just existing, breathing in and out, sending electrical signals to various parts of the body, movin’ but not groovin’. Without love we are mere shells, skin and bone, empty vessels in search of cargo.

With love we are complete.

Home is love and love is home. There is a truth that will keep you warm at night, and no matter what you may face in the future, no matter what hardships you will endure, with love you have a fighting chance. Without love all bets are off.

2014 William D. Holland (aka billybuc)....dedicated to my friend Ruby who faithfully reads all of my articles no matter what they are about....this one is for you my friend.

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      Devika Primić 3 years ago from Dubrovnik, Croatia

      Without love one is dust your true words are so meaningful from the heart and directly to our minds.

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      Janine Huldie 3 years ago from New York, New York

      Wow, this was so powerful and cannot thank you enough for sharing the beginnings of your new novel with us. Cannot wait to read more of it and seriously you are just so talented my friend! Happy Thursday now.

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you as always DDE!

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you Janine. I'll tell Toby that you approve. :)

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      Linda Crist 3 years ago from Central Virginia

      Well kindred, you knocked it out of the park on this one. A real thought provoker and tugger of the heart strings. Been struggling with some of this for the past few months and learning the lessons. My conclusion - just like yours of course. Love is home and home is love. May yours always be full to capacity. Sending warm hugs to you this day.

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      Ann Carr 3 years ago from SW England

      Home is where the heart is ergo home is love! Amen to all that, bill. You've put it so succinctly. Funny, I was thinking about the first time I read a hub of yours - it was about your house - and that I should revisit that hub to remind myself of it, then here you are talking about homes etc!

      I've moved a few times but my 'home' is where I was brought up for the majority of my young life (4-15), the impressionable years. However, within the last few years I've slowly realised that home is now here, in this house of 5 years, because I have love, I have my children and grandchildren to visit often and I feel comfortable and cosy in my surroundings.

      A house gives us shelter, a home gives us love. You have such power in that elbow, bill!! Ann

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      carol stanley 3 years ago from Arizona

      While reading this I did think of my childhood and it was indeed very happy. Life goes through so many changes--sometimes we just want to stop the clock for a little while. Unfortunately we cannot do this. Each stage in life brings new stuff some good and some very challenging. The novel sounds interesting and of course I will partake in the purchase of this new masterpiece.

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Hey Kindred, a smile came across my face when I saw you here. Thanks for the visit...and the kind words...and your friendship. I hope you are well my friend; stay strong and know that you are loved.

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Ann, you said it better than I did. Yes, that home of five years is indeed a real home....it appears to me that you have everything you need inside those wall. Wishing you peace and continued love my friend.

      Pax vobiscum

      bill

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      LOL....thank you Carol. That may be the one and only time my novel is called a masterpiece, but thank you all the same. Nostalgia has its place...as long as we don't get stuck in it. :)

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 3 years ago from Southern Illinois

      I'm sitting here with tears in my eye's. Every word written in this beautiful hub is true. Each time we move, we leave a bit of ourselves behind. The song, ' What's it all about Alfie ' comes to mind here. Love and family makes a home as you so eloquently penned. Thank you for all you do....

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Ruby, that is the highest compliment that you could pay me....reaching my readers on an emotional level is what I strive to do...and since this one was dedicated to you, it makes me doubly happy. Thank you dear friend.

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      Eric Dierker 3 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      I love my home. But it does not love me. So we could split up at any time.

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      All I can say, Eric, is get a good lawyer. :) Thanks for the laugh, buddy!

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      MizBejabbers 3 years ago

      This really resonated with me, Bill. I came from a big Ozark mountain family. There were three generations on our farm, and all I knew was love, love, love, that is until the 1950s when most of the family moved away to get jobs. Now we have dwindled down to just four others besides me. No one comes home for Christmas (they go to their in-laws), and it is lonely with just Us Five. Maybe other people don’t feel the loss because they didn’t start out in life as a tribe or clan like we did. When we were poor, all we had was love. I miss those days. You did bring tears to my eyes.

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      Shauna L Bowling 3 years ago from Central Florida

      First, congratulations on finishing your first draft. I can only imagine the satisfaction you must feel.

      Toby has a nice voice, Bill. You say he's flawed. I'd say he has it pretty much going on. He knows home is love and love is home. Nothing flawed in that at all!

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      kidscrafts 3 years ago from Ottawa, Canada

      So true. Love cannot be purchase but we can cultivate it to make it better and more powerful and give it to our children in the hope that they will continue the same tradition!

      Have a nice day, Bill!

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      Jackie Lynnley 3 years ago from The Beautiful South

      Yes it is all about love but also lack of worry. Our parent had faith, they knew whatever happened they could handle it, and so can we. Then too, there were a few bad days back when, but we bury those forever, and just as well. Another great one. ^

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      Victoria Lynn 3 years ago from Arkansas, USA

      Very nice! I loved hearing Toby's thoughts. Sounds like an interesting character!

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      MizB, thank you for sharing that...it reminded me of the Waltons and I'm not being facetious when I say that. What lovely memories, but I can see how there would be a feeling of emptiness now. Blessings my friend and thank you.

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Oh Sha, Toby is a mess, but he eventually discovers some truths that are well worth knowing. :) Thank you my dear.

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you Joelle....give it to our children and hope. LOL That's so very true, isn't it?

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Always moving forward, Jackie; despite the obstacles and hardships, always moving forward. Lack of worry? I didn't think that was possible until about seven years ago...now I do. :) Thank you my dear.

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Vicki, nobody ever accused Toby of being boring. :) Thank you for the visit.

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      DREAM ON 3 years ago

      I have looked over your hubs you have written 699 of them at last count. The ones that I have so far read have each struck a different cord. If I was a musical instrument I would be very well played and worn to the bone. I recently have had a tough time dealing with loss of my mother and more so what to do with our childhood home. I have to stress my home where I grew up and had so many good memories. How could I ever part with the home that meant so much to me. The very home my mother and father worked all their life for,Then again I haven't lived home for 28 years isn't that a kick in the pants. My memories will be what they always were a great part of my childhood and the things I love so much in life. Thanks for reminding me.Home is where the love is.

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Dream On, I am sorry about the loss of your mother. I lived in my childhood home for nineteen years....I understand. I have gone back a couple times to look at it over the years, and it still saddens me to think of the day we sold it....so yes my friend, I understand. :)

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      Victoria Van Ness 3 years ago from Prescott Valley

      You seem to have so much to share. I'm so grateful you have decided to do so here so we can all enjoy the fruits of your labors. :)

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      Faith Reaper 3 years ago from southern USA

      Oh, this is superb dear Bill! Had to get the tissue out on this stirring piece here. I am so proud of you finishing your draft and giving us a taste of what is to come! I cannot wait to buy it and read it as soon as it is published.

      Home is certainly where love resides and where our heart is no doubt.

      Many hugs and tons of blessings your way,

      Faith Reaper

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      Brian Leekley 3 years ago from Kalamazoo, Michigan, USA

      There is "home"--for the nonce, a one-bedroom apartment in Kalamazoo--and then there is "back home", as in, "Back home when I was a kid ...." That was a house much like the one in your photo, in an Illinois village, where my parents raised my 3 siblings and me with love. As then my mother washed diapers and cooked meat and potatoes and was a Cub Scouts den mother with love, now I make the bed, wash the dishes, shovel snow, and watch a chick flick with my wife with love. A house is bought; an apartment is rented; a home is created, and that takes work, and work at its best, says Gibran, is love incarnate. Beautiful hub. Thanks.

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      breakfastpop 3 years ago

      Toby understands a great truth. So many people fill their homes with "things" believing that somehow the next purchase will make them happy and content. Without love, these "things" are really just a temporary fix without any lasting value. Well done and I want to read more! Up and awesome!

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Victoria, thank you! Remember, I'm pretty damn old, so I should have some things to share. LOL

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Happy lunchtime Faith. I'm glad I could entertain you while you munch on your sandwich. Thank you for your kind words. I'm pretty sure you'll like this book when it is finished.

      blessings always and thanks for that hug

      bill

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Brian, beautiful comment and I thank you. You pretty much summed it up perfectly and it didn't take you nearly as many words as it took me. LOL

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      breakfastpop, I'll tell Toby you were pleased with his musing....and I am pleased that you are pleased. :) Thank you!

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      Patricia Scott 3 years ago from sunny Florida

      Yes...indeed. I went back to that childhood home and saw little me running to and fro and being loved by my parents. And there was love...and I still feel their love all these years later...

      You painted so well the truth of loving and home..

      questioning whether homeless feel a sense of home. Today as I drove in town there were three homeless individuals standing on the corner ---talking and smiling---I think perhaps that corner was home to them for the moment.

      Great share...I can't wait to read more of Toby.

      Angels are on the way , bill, to you and Bev and the chicks.

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      savvydating 3 years ago

      For me, the home and love are forever connected. I've never experienced so much joy as when I was raising my child... and the home was a big part of that. We didn't have just one home, but the couple of places we lived felt like loving and comfortable sanctuaries.

      I really liked the photo you've chosen for the little boy. As an aside, I wonder whether the homeless have a difficult time hanging on to feelings of love? Just a thought.

      I think your novel is going to be a real page turner.

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      DREAM ON 3 years ago

      It is funny when I go back another time and read the same hub. Then I say to myself he writes so well I am so captivated by his words they take me in the world of a writer who leads the way slowly so that you may follow. Guiding you in a direction in body and mind. Thank you for sharing your wonderful hard work and good luck with your book. I am not alone when I say I can't wait. Have a beautiful day. To the both of you have a good day enjoying a sea of happiness.

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      MizBejabbers 3 years ago

      Ha! We really were like the Waltons except extended. We had three houses on our farm brimming over with aunts, uncles, cousins, etc. I guess that's why I loved that show so much.

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      PS, it's good of you to join me for lunch...and your words about the homeless were beautiful in a sad way. Thank you for sharing that....a great perspective for me to think about the rest of the day.

      I hope all is well with you dear friend. Blessings and hugs winging their way to you

      bill

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you savvydating..that little boy was me many moons ago. As for the homeless....I would think hanging on to feelings of love would be very difficult.

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Dream On, thank you sincerely for your kind words. This book is so much a part of me; it warms my heart to hear others say they are looking forward to it...I hope I don't let any of you down.

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      MizB, I can hear the clan saying goodnight as the camera fades...:)

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      Ruchira 3 years ago from United States

      I like the title of your book, Bill

      Agreed...without love there is no home just four walls..Wise words of wisdom again :)

      voted up as useful and interesting!

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      DJ Anderson 3 years ago

      First let me say that I enjoyed your article and look forward to your

      book coming out. Next, I would like to comment on the comments

      left concerning the article. I am totally amazed that most of the people

      relived beautiful childhood memories and some were brought close to tears as they were taken back in time to younger days and memories

      made in the home where they grew up.

      I believe you and I believe the HP friends who left comments sharing

      stories of loving homes. Where are the people like me who lived in 9

      houses by the time they were 14 years old? No, we were not in the military.

      People, you were truly blessed to grow up in loving homes. Know how very fortunate you were. Let me simply say, not everyone knows that feeling.

      Thanks, Bill,

      DJ.

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      Donna Caprio Quinlan 3 years ago from Newburyport, MA

      What a wonderful story! Can't wait for the finished novel. It is so heartwarming. I've gone back, by way of memories, so many times to that wonderful place I called home. Although I can't go back, and time moves on, the love remains.

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you Ruchira. I hope the rest of the book is as good as the title. :)

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      DJ, I can't imagine. I had a pretty damn good childhood any way you look at it. Funny, though, once I moved out of home I never stayed in one place for longer than a year or so. I think I've moved something like 22 times since I left home. :) Thank you for sharing your thoughts my friend.

      bill

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Donna, thank you for your kind words about the book. As for love remains....there was a song by that title that I loved...no idea now who sang it. :)

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      Marlene Bertrand 3 years ago from Northern California, USA

      Being the brat of a career serviceman, I learned that home is where the love is. So, I wasn't bothered by the number of times we moved in my childhood. Now, as an adult, my home has seen many structures, except there was that short period of time when home was exactly wherever my husband and I were standing at the time (homeless). We learned that home really is where the heart is. Like Tad says, "Never make your home in a place..." We now have two places that we call home - one out in the middle of the country and one out on a mountainside. The home in the country has a tiny little house with enough yard to allow us to garden in a big way. The home in the mountains is where we are building our retirement house. But, the truth is, I don't really care where I live. So long as I'm with my husband, even if we are living in a tent on the side of the road, that would be my home and I would be glad to be there with him. Of course, I'm not hoping for that; I'm just saying wherever my husband is, I'll be there with him. That's where my home is.

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      Bill De Giulio 3 years ago from Massachusetts

      Hi Bill. Your hub took me back to my days as a kid and I have very fond memories of that time. I lived in the same home from birth until I left after college so I was very fortunate indeed. Even more fortunate because it was a home filled with love and caring.

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      You and me both, Bill. Same deal for me and I have super memories of those times. Thanks for sharing yours with us, buddy!

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Marlene, you said it about as well as anyone could. I have Bev and that's all I need. I'm not sure where we will end up but I know there will be love wherever it is. :) Thank you so much!

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      Michael-Milec 3 years ago

      Good evening Bill.

      So, there is a period of time in a lifespan specifically called a "childhood".Learning from your hub and comments no resemblance in my young age recollection to it. Its more like a little people taking their part in livelihood. My first memory goes to age four, while living with my parents on a farm. My parents needed all kind of help working for wages and being self-sufficient totally. I never had a single toy purchased, and barely having time to play. Sundays and evening in winter time gave me chance to learn to read in other language news paper, since my father couldn't purchase in our language. By age six we moved twice, and at that time I moved to live with grandparents to city during school year. My "childhood" became more complicated, since I was hungry for knowledge,I had to find time after all else assigner to me was done. Some good neighbors liked this sickly tiny boy and have supplied enough appropriate literature to keep me busy after I had finished my daily chores. Popular sports soccer, wee played during the summer when some kids could collect enough rags to make a ball is only pastime I remember… as country was recovering after war, huge progress has been made so that we could have printed weekly news paper in which was a kids section and in one of them has been publish my first poem at age eleven… After finishing junior high at fourteen my parents didn't have money to send me out for further education, so a year later I left my parents house ,moved to other city, different culture, language and religion to live and learn and being self supportive. Leaving equipped with the best memories of practicing love of the best parents God could provide to a new person coming to the world. During those years, I was visiting occasionally my parents home, while seeking and creating new acquaintanceship , friendship and thing with famous label called love… As a boy I have found this supreme divine love once , which kept me safe, saved and morally strong , giving me direction to start my own life where heart , home and love made rock-solid inspiration for happy and blessed living despised obstacles and countless moving, changing continents and countries, neighborhoods.

      Why I am doing this to you my friend? You have inspired me, please after reading if you find as inappropriate, just delete it , please.

      Voting for this your hub AWESOME.

      have a very blessed weekend.

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      Jo Alexis-Hagues 3 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K

      Bill, I have to agree with you, home is most certainly where the love is, we will always want to return to the places where we were happiest. In some ways the more idyllic the childhood the harder it is to let go, but there is no need to let go, because love makes us who we are, it is always there in our hearts, we take it with us wherever we go. A house is wood and bricks it takes love to give it a soul and make it a home. Can't wait to read this book of yours, congrats on your first draft and my very best to you.

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      Mona Sabalones Gonzalez 3 years ago from Philippines

      I love both of your homes. And it's true, when you're young you look for the nice home to entertain friends and raise kids. When you are old you scale down to the things that matter to you the most and that you love the most. The children have moved out of your home and many of your friends find their way to heaven. But if you can love, the roof that expresses your philosophy, beliefs, lifestyle and wisdom learned through the years is the home that best suits you.

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      FlourishAnyway 3 years ago from USA

      As I was growing up, my parents moved so often doing the corporate nomad thing that it all felt very unstable. Although I always had them and my siblings, there was no continuity of the same friends, no extended family, and the neighborhood, city, and state were always changing. Then I replicated it as a young adult until I had my own child. Now I have found somewhere I'll always stay. Sometimes we come full circle. Both my parents were escaping their hometowns. I simply wanted one.

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Michael my friend, I most certainly will not delete this. I love hearing about the experiences of other people, and I definitely love hearing about yours. Thank you for sharing with us part of your childhood. Most interesting.

      blessings always

      bill

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you so much, Jo! I hope the book is as good as everyone wants it to be. :)

      Have a wonderful weekend and blessings always

      bill

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      grand old lady, you expressed it beautifully...thank you for your thoughts and I hope this weekend is filled with wonder for you.

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Wonderful reflections Flourish and I thank you for sharing them. Interesting how we came from different backgrounds but arrived at the same place. :)

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      Dim Flaxenwick 3 years ago from Great Britain

      Oh billybuc.....This entire hub is so close to my heart

      I felt that someone had taken my life away from me when we had to move from our little island in the Atlantic ocean.

      Lifestyle in dreadful weather old England, missing my friends of 20 years. Homesick has been a permanent feeling for me....until you equated one 4 letter word(home) with another 4 letter word(love).

      For that is the one thing that has kept me going, asking myself on my bad days, would l prefer to go back to the island without my husband or be with him wherever...anywhere in the world.. The answer is obvious. This hub is brilliant. Beautifully written. Thank you.

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Dim my friend, thank you. For whatever reason I was not aware that you were in England now....that transition must have been so very hard for you. Blessings to you and I hope that soon jolly old England will begin to feel more like home....until that day, you always have love.

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      Victor W. Kwok 3 years ago from Hawaii

      Thanks for the words of wisdom, Bill!

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      And thank you vkwok. I always appreciate you stopping by.

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      Elizabeth Parker 3 years ago from Las Vegas, NV

      So very true, and I love these words, as I think many experience this same feeling-, "cannot replicate the childhood experience." I had a fantastic childhood and something I will never forget. This hub rang true. Thanks for posting!

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Liz, thanks for sharing. We were both quite lucky; I know quite a few who had terrible childhoods. I can't even imagine what that would be like.

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      CraftytotheCore 3 years ago

      Billy, you brought tears to my eyes with this one. Home is where the heart is....my grandmother used to tell me that when I grieved over the loss of my mother moving away when I was 7.

      As I've gotten older, the one thing that I know for sure is that a pile of wood, bricks, and stone does not make a home. The love that is shown is where is home.

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Crafty, you stated it perfectly. Sorry about those tears...hopefully they were good ones. :) Thank you my friend.

      bill

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      Deb Hirt 3 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      This is another excellent idea, a visit with Toby again before the novel…we'll already have an idea of what he is about. A great prelude. Toby is right about love. Welcome Toby, and stop in for coffee, anytime.

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Deb, I will give Toby your message. Don't be surprised if one day he swings through Stillwater on his way to who knows where. :)

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