Memory Lane

I had to be in Boro Park today for a meeting, and on my way out of Dodge Brooklyn, I wanted to drive by a place that’s very special to me. I used to spend summers at my late grandparents’ house in BP – and I have such fond memories. I loved them so much, and they helped me be who I am today. I owe them so much.

I haven’t been back there in years, but I thought I would stop by. An homage of a sort, I guess.

It looks similar, yet different. The new owners have put their own mark on it. But standing there, looking at the house, I was so surprised to feel the tears flow. It’s been years since Saba and Savta passed away – but I could feel their presence, their spirit, hovering around those bricks and mortar. It sounds so strange to see that written in black and white. But that’s what I felt. They were not sad tears, just cleansing ones, I guess.

I wanted to knock on the door and go inside but I felt that it would be intrusive so I didn’t. But I feel good that I went, not that I really understand it….

Do you have a similar place that stirs up happy memories for you?

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  1. G6 says:

    I’m glad you had such a positive experience.
    I ascribe to Agatha Christie’s quote myself, “Never go back to a place where you have been happy. Until you do it remains alive for you. If you go back it will be destroyed”
    The places are never the same as the memories and I always find that very very sad…….

  2. Batya says:

    When I pass the old Shaare Tzedek Hospital building on Jaffa Street, I’m reminded in my heart that I had my two eldest children there.

  3. Risa Tzohar says:

    Going back did not destroy my happy memories of my childhood neighborhood. I am happy where I am now. But going back was a bittersweet experience. See here http://isramom.blogspot.com/2011/08/revisiting-my-childhood-streets.html for my trip down memory lane this summer.

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