I hadn’t considered it an ancestral drive at the time...but I hitchhiked across the US from a magazine picture I saw of Glenwood Springs, CO back in the 70s. I just had to go there. I’ll never forget the feeling when I was dropped off on a side road from I-20 that headed toward Boulder. I had that feeling you speak of. It felt like home...full body home I had never felt before. I could have walked forever and didn’t care if I ever got picked up again. Moment’s later a car pulled over and took me to the front door of a friends house in Boulder. Years later I found a book about Scotland that had the same feel as the Glenwood Springs area. Some time after that my cousin, who’s hobby was ancestry, informed me I was of the Clan MacBean. How our blood remembers such things is a mystery for sure.
Another weird thing...i had this Viking Ship model as a kid. I spent days painting all the men’s faces...the sail in great detail. It was lost in the shuffle when my parents moved. As an adult, one of my best friends...he watched Braveheart about 8 times in the theater and took anyone who would go with him. Got me hooked. One day...he drove me some where and there it was….the very same Viking ship on the dashboard of his truck. He shared a similar interest the Vikings and the Scots only his was much deeper. He loved old steel and weapons. These old connections swim among and between us generations later. Like you said...you have to put in a few years to notice such things.
Our family has a ‘generational’ cabin in Kentucky that is being absorbed by nature and no one can let it go or bring it back to life. It was my father’s dream and holds generational memories. Sad how empty it is now.
He told me it was an easy thing to teach this fish.. Without the lid on his tank closed, the fish jumped out. So he put a 2nd tank. Then things got stupid. The chair got replaced with a tank and then his couch.
That's awesome that there is a word for this! When I got off the plane in England, I felt like I was coming home! I have never felt this in Australia, except perhaps when I visit the home town of my dad's family. I have never felt this in any other country that I have travelled to! Some say that the European nations are descendants of the lost tribes of Israel, especially the tribe of Dan being the Vikings. Dan were a sea fairing tribe and are said to have left Egypt in ships during the exodus. They say the Irish Tuatha De Dannan were there descendants and everywhere the name Dan is in Europe is their legacy? The Celts are linked to the Cimmerians, often wonder why the western nations took to biblical history more than any other nations, and perhaps it's because it is truly part of their historical story?
Thank you Jill. There is a Renaissance festival close to here every year, 11th century Europe. The character's, the food, sights and sounds all come together and are oddly comforting. Like a memory. Can DNA carry our past forward? Interesting to consider. Enjoy the sunshine (TBD). L&B
Jill, you, my dear, are getting compared to this fish (Oscar) that I saw in a guys living room down Houston way.
I had a repair job to do at this guys place and when I walked into his living room, there was nothing but a bunch of aquariums.
He only had 1 fish. When asked, he said "it's an Oscar and he is very intelligent. [side note I misspelled 'intelligent' twice].
I asked " what do you mean intelligent? He walked to the other side of the room and said "watch".
As he stood there, his smile got bigger every second. Then he tapped on the edge of the last fish tank. All of the tanks had water and all were on an elaborate air bubbler system.
Of a sudden the Oscar jumped out of his tank and into the next tank. he went from tank to tank until he landed in this guys hands.
He was gently put back into the water and he took off back to the original tank.
What a great story! Whether or not it is true. I imagine the question is "how and why did Oscar do that? As for figuring that out... haven't gotten there yet.
Thanks for making me reminisce of my youth. I know you're thinking generational, but my mind wanted to go home.
N'awlins in the 60's and 70's was filled with wonder. Hubig apple pie's, the taffy man selling from a mule drawn wagon, Mardi Gras, City Park and the Carousel, Audubon Zoo, the French Quarter and risqué Bourbon St., Playing with friends till all hours of the night because it was to hot to go inside all the while every niebor talked on our porch. The mixture of creole and cajun food which as a kid was just simply food. It was days when an airplane ride meant getting dressed up. A swim in Lake Ponchatrain was safe and the amusement park rides were dangerous. It was a time when pretty girls wore mini skirts and cars had MUSCLE. I'LL NEVER FORGET ...
I hadn’t considered it an ancestral drive at the time...but I hitchhiked across the US from a magazine picture I saw of Glenwood Springs, CO back in the 70s. I just had to go there. I’ll never forget the feeling when I was dropped off on a side road from I-20 that headed toward Boulder. I had that feeling you speak of. It felt like home...full body home I had never felt before. I could have walked forever and didn’t care if I ever got picked up again. Moment’s later a car pulled over and took me to the front door of a friends house in Boulder. Years later I found a book about Scotland that had the same feel as the Glenwood Springs area. Some time after that my cousin, who’s hobby was ancestry, informed me I was of the Clan MacBean. How our blood remembers such things is a mystery for sure.
Another weird thing...i had this Viking Ship model as a kid. I spent days painting all the men’s faces...the sail in great detail. It was lost in the shuffle when my parents moved. As an adult, one of my best friends...he watched Braveheart about 8 times in the theater and took anyone who would go with him. Got me hooked. One day...he drove me some where and there it was….the very same Viking ship on the dashboard of his truck. He shared a similar interest the Vikings and the Scots only his was much deeper. He loved old steel and weapons. These old connections swim among and between us generations later. Like you said...you have to put in a few years to notice such things.
Our family has a ‘generational’ cabin in Kentucky that is being absorbed by nature and no one can let it go or bring it back to life. It was my father’s dream and holds generational memories. Sad how empty it is now.
He told me it was an easy thing to teach this fish.. Without the lid on his tank closed, the fish jumped out. So he put a 2nd tank. Then things got stupid. The chair got replaced with a tank and then his couch.
Yes it was perplexing, but cool as hell to watch.
That's awesome that there is a word for this! When I got off the plane in England, I felt like I was coming home! I have never felt this in Australia, except perhaps when I visit the home town of my dad's family. I have never felt this in any other country that I have travelled to! Some say that the European nations are descendants of the lost tribes of Israel, especially the tribe of Dan being the Vikings. Dan were a sea fairing tribe and are said to have left Egypt in ships during the exodus. They say the Irish Tuatha De Dannan were there descendants and everywhere the name Dan is in Europe is their legacy? The Celts are linked to the Cimmerians, often wonder why the western nations took to biblical history more than any other nations, and perhaps it's because it is truly part of their historical story?
Rose feels so English too🌹
Thank you Jill. There is a Renaissance festival close to here every year, 11th century Europe. The character's, the food, sights and sounds all come together and are oddly comforting. Like a memory. Can DNA carry our past forward? Interesting to consider. Enjoy the sunshine (TBD). L&B
Hiraeth - Had to look that one up.
Jill, you, my dear, are getting compared to this fish (Oscar) that I saw in a guys living room down Houston way.
I had a repair job to do at this guys place and when I walked into his living room, there was nothing but a bunch of aquariums.
He only had 1 fish. When asked, he said "it's an Oscar and he is very intelligent. [side note I misspelled 'intelligent' twice].
I asked " what do you mean intelligent? He walked to the other side of the room and said "watch".
As he stood there, his smile got bigger every second. Then he tapped on the edge of the last fish tank. All of the tanks had water and all were on an elaborate air bubbler system.
Of a sudden the Oscar jumped out of his tank and into the next tank. he went from tank to tank until he landed in this guys hands.
He was gently put back into the water and he took off back to the original tank.
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Now the question is clear. Can you figure it out>
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What a great story! Whether or not it is true. I imagine the question is "how and why did Oscar do that? As for figuring that out... haven't gotten there yet.
Hi,
Thanks for making me reminisce of my youth. I know you're thinking generational, but my mind wanted to go home.
N'awlins in the 60's and 70's was filled with wonder. Hubig apple pie's, the taffy man selling from a mule drawn wagon, Mardi Gras, City Park and the Carousel, Audubon Zoo, the French Quarter and risqué Bourbon St., Playing with friends till all hours of the night because it was to hot to go inside all the while every niebor talked on our porch. The mixture of creole and cajun food which as a kid was just simply food. It was days when an airplane ride meant getting dressed up. A swim in Lake Ponchatrain was safe and the amusement park rides were dangerous. It was a time when pretty girls wore mini skirts and cars had MUSCLE. I'LL NEVER FORGET ...