Sunday, May 22, 2005

In the attics of my life, full of cloudy dreams unreal - Attics of my life

There were 9 of us living in the 4 bedroom home where I grew up. Eventually, a few of us had to move upstairs to the attic. I loved it up there. I loved the sloped ceilings and the cozy feeling I always got from them. I loved hearing the rain just inches from my head as I lay down to sleep. I loved being up there in my own world. Now, some 30 years later and hundreds of miles and dreams away, I still love those things and I love this attic apartment of mine.

11 Comments:

Blogger dorna! said...

I'd always wanted to be installed in an attic. Terribly romantic. (Of course there were the small matters of my allergies and the absence of attics from Caribbean architecture.) Must have been all those English novels I read as a child.

7:03 PM  
Blogger -ms jumbled mind- said...

nothing beats our room.. its like walking into our own "land". I still get that with my room... it doesnt matter what room or where...as long as its mine..and not haunted..LOL we dont really have houses with attics here...so i wouldn't know how that is like..but I've seen it in movies and it looks so nice..like a secret hideaway

9:42 PM  
Anonymous sister raya said...

Hey I really dig your blog! excellent writing, quick to the point thoughts. Reads like a machine gun firing straight into your psyche. I can relate.

11:39 AM  
Blogger Veracity said...

I love your thoughts... romantic, gentle, hopeful, poetic... gorgeous blog!

1:29 PM  
Blogger Jaws said...

When I was a kid we used to rent a beach house and we kids always got put in the attic. There was 3 queen size beds up there and the whole family would go. I loved like you said the ran and I always grabbed the bed near the tiny one window we had up there so I could stare out it as everyone else slept.

1:32 PM  
Blogger GPV said...

The attic rooms are like houses in the trees,it gets inside children's
memories.

8:01 PM  
Blogger Iva Mae said...

I grew up in rural WV. We had a big house and part of the roof was tin. I loved hearing the rain fall on that roof and, to this day,it spells comfort to me to hear it like that.

10:34 PM  
Blogger Harry said...

Nice image...and tin roofs do it for me.

12:07 AM  
Blogger Green-Eyed Lady(GEL) said...

Ahhh- Your post is cozy and comforting like sitting on soft, favorite and well-worn cushions, strewn around your corner. No wonder there are the phrases "comfort zone", "comforts of home"...

It rained here today, soft showers followed by droplets and I thought of you.

Your post "box of rain" also reminds me that I collect small boxes- only have about 10, but some go back to my teen years. I'm going to open one now and listen for the rain...

P.S. Come by when you can. I finally had a chance to put up a new post. There's a sunrise photo by nightowl me. (The post explains that anamoly!)

2:38 AM  
Blogger Ashar Edith said...

I love your blog... Really good taste. Thanks for visiting my blog and commenting on it.

5:00 PM  
Blogger Whymrhymer said...

Helen,

You write beautifully.

Your attic bedroom brought back strong memories of mine.

10:40 PM  

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