tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post5878346129084568959..comments2024-03-27T16:19:53.023+00:00Comments on Friko's World: And Back Again To Simple PermutationsFrikohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04277167831642088694noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-56200822614094906602014-02-11T08:21:17.401+00:002014-02-11T08:21:17.401+00:00I can say for myself that I am completely at home ...I can say for myself that I am completely at home where I am, for more than thirty years now. No resentments, no regrets, no yearnings whatsoever - Palmen fuer Kastanien! But true, I too met people who lost their identity and never really got "home" here, not learning the language properly, and longing for things in the past. Wishing you sunshine Friko - outside and in your heart. :-)Yaelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12693182864758766065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-11126841663008404212014-02-11T03:16:20.928+00:002014-02-11T03:16:20.928+00:00Your feelings sound so understandable as you live ...Your feelings sound so understandable as you live in two different cultures -- the Germany of your childhood and youth and England. I know quite a few immigrants here and in L.A. and hear the same nostalgia a lot. My brother and his family moved to Thailand a year and a half ago and even his four-year-old has waves of nostalgia for Los Angeles. She and her parents were watching "The Wizard Dr. Kathy McCoyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02903015507894951725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-69330900344668259932014-02-10T15:21:17.408+00:002014-02-10T15:21:17.408+00:00We are still a county of first generation newcomer...We are still a county of first generation newcomers - in fact The Great Dane is one. Most don't pine (at least openly) for the Old Country. Chances are things were not so good in the Old Country and First Generations are busy making a living and thanking their lucky stars that they moved on when they did. Nostalgia is usually for food and the language of home. My experience, with so many Pondsidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02407539138546412482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-16035163518489329612014-02-10T03:13:39.748+00:002014-02-10T03:13:39.748+00:00We are snowbirds in Arizona and for the first mont...We are snowbirds in Arizona and for the first month my husband is homesick for Washington, where he was born and raised and formed his friendship. My father was a military man so I never had a home to return to. Linda Myershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05706455533282204519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-68467308100541413372014-02-09T14:58:06.622+00:002014-02-09T14:58:06.622+00:00Please use old address.....http://balisha-nevereno...Please use old address.....http://balisha-neverenoughtime.blogspot.com/Balishahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17298193443371503407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-63037800295964435212014-02-09T13:22:35.859+00:002014-02-09T13:22:35.859+00:00I'm suffering too. With pleasant weather come ...I'm suffering too. With pleasant weather come multitudes of distractions from the <i>too-much-living-in-the-head.</i>Junehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11710135137635433217noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-72763011643607057312014-02-08T22:12:38.988+00:002014-02-08T22:12:38.988+00:00I think it's nostalgia and just getting older,...I think it's nostalgia and just getting older, too. But it is true--you can't go home again. The old family home I remember--someone else lives there now--and the fields I dearly loved were gone by the time I was ten, anyways. I know I haven't switched countries, but I miss another culture nonetheless. The days when you didn't have to lock your doors and kids played outside Ritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02043285884495492598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-43162868468917168352014-02-08T14:55:11.963+00:002014-02-08T14:55:11.963+00:00This resonated with me Friko. I still have many si...This resonated with me Friko. I still have many siblings and friends in Ireland but I have no nostalgia to live there again. Many find that odd. As I love being in Ireland, I perform there, have lovely gatherings there, travel a lot there but leave it with no tears to come "home." Where my heart is. Right here.<br /><br />Lovely post.<br /><br />XO<br />WWWWisewebwomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15281689872840844191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-86832135794707756712014-02-08T00:06:17.112+00:002014-02-08T00:06:17.112+00:00This makes sense to me. I have worked with many i...This makes sense to me. I have worked with many immigrant children in the United States. I have seen this homesickness disease. We even were trained to recognize the silent period that such children experience when they come to school and must learn a new language. We speak of acculturation rather assimilation. I don't know, especially after reading your post, if acculturation is really Sally Wesselyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06470453773515491625noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-89152074790087895242014-02-07T22:59:55.541+00:002014-02-07T22:59:55.541+00:00Now, this is the kind of cultural detail that spea...Now, this is the kind of cultural detail that speaks volumes in one line: "I have got into the habit of sitting down on a bench in the open without wiping it first." I'm also fascinated by the idea of nostalgia as a "neurological disease of an essentially demonic cause.” Sounds awfully Faustian, or something of the sort. It is an interesting thing, this sense of a displaced Susan Scheidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09250142489341777926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-65650625836154975522014-02-07T22:02:35.590+00:002014-02-07T22:02:35.590+00:00Ouch! Not sure I agree with your rant about Engli...Ouch! Not sure I agree with your rant about English's poor workmanship though. Or the English lack of cleanliness. But then maybe you and I hang out in different parts of the British Isles ... Canadian Chickadeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12995693884248628958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-89987078847313683992014-02-07T18:31:10.130+00:002014-02-07T18:31:10.130+00:00Well Friko, if that's a gloomy thought, then I...Well Friko, if that's a gloomy thought, then I'm guilty and the sun is actually shining here. My kids know that I want them to take my ashes to Key Largo and throw them into the ocean. Then have a party, because I hate funerals. I've never considered that gloomy.Lisa https://www.blogger.com/profile/09324961653370110887noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-91188407899118398262014-02-07T17:46:22.245+00:002014-02-07T17:46:22.245+00:00I am going to be an Ex-pat soon...as I am moving t...I am going to be an Ex-pat soon...as I am moving to Germany in July :)Optimistic Existentialisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11507986337866049924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-63197955171659801272014-02-07T17:19:23.617+00:002014-02-07T17:19:23.617+00:00I also have occasional flare-ups of nostalgia, but...I also have occasional flare-ups of nostalgia, but my homesickness is for the homes of my parents and family, not where I was raised. It's an odd sensation and can be quite powerful. As a young man I related well to Hermann Hesse's "outsider" characters. It has stayed with me, but I can't dwell on it. Jonohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18170214396483091419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-70374967356152489042014-02-07T16:53:23.964+00:002014-02-07T16:53:23.964+00:00My ashes will be strewn on high moorland, in Cornw...My ashes will be strewn on high moorland, in Cornwall, with a view over the Atlantic Ocean. My husband will reunite with his parents near Lyon, France. You do reach a point where you must acknowledge that "Home" no longer exists, as remembered. I think that the trade-off of no longer cleaning a bench before you sit, is well worth it. How freeing. (It never occurred to me that one might English Riderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01712384532126551307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-62629984517420106272014-02-07T15:44:12.252+00:002014-02-07T15:44:12.252+00:00Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.WordsPoeticallyWorthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05932809387878012226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-84314582396949559112014-02-07T15:40:12.677+00:002014-02-07T15:40:12.677+00:00I am certainly tired of the cold gloomy days mysel...I am certainly tired of the cold gloomy days myself. I've never moved from one country to another. but my transition from the city to the country is on-going. since I still have a house in the city and go in to work when we need to I don't feel so uprooted.I think a lot of my reluctance to selling the city property involves cutting the string that connects me to my past.ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-63542784451612255602014-02-07T15:02:45.526+00:002014-02-07T15:02:45.526+00:00Home is not where you came from; it's where th...Home is not where you came from; it's where they take you in.Tomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08611148987085476580noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-37057394153575074552014-02-07T13:32:53.886+00:002014-02-07T13:32:53.886+00:00Actually not meant as a criticism but a sympatheti...Actually not meant as a criticism but a sympathetic remark. I get SAD syndrome when weather is extensively gray and I find I am sensitive to all kinds of relationship issues much more than when the sun is shining.Taborhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-60902820457981294442014-02-07T13:15:59.193+00:002014-02-07T13:15:59.193+00:00My definition of "funk" is in a down moo...My definition of "funk" is in a down mood, not exactly depressed but gloomy and licking ones wounds. Taborhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-91233222445345899392014-02-07T12:03:44.183+00:002014-02-07T12:03:44.183+00:00There must have been some good to being a vagabond...There must have been some good to being a vagabond as a child and never having a place I came from until I was an adult and could adopt my own home. I love your posts, and I'm glad you're back to allowing comments so I can tell you so. :-)DJanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07152183871573797791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-54730529844127489562014-02-07T10:05:29.090+00:002014-02-07T10:05:29.090+00:00February is , more than any other , the month for ...February is , more than any other , the month for sitting , nose to window , pining for home . <br />When we left Spain , I thought my heart would break but I know that I couldn't fit back in now ... it's all moved on and , more than twenty years older , I'm a different person . <br />On days like this, I just make a big pot of lentejas and take comfort from each spoonful .SmitoniusAndSonatahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11210817141287881808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-56477488279964000272014-02-07T07:33:40.018+00:002014-02-07T07:33:40.018+00:00I can't even begin to imagine how much Heimweh...I can't even begin to imagine how much Heimweh those people must have who, in spite of living in a country for decades, never learn to speak its language.Librarianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05704656564078750607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-50305260468457457872014-02-07T06:15:11.778+00:002014-02-07T06:15:11.778+00:00That's exactly what my parents did! Both wante...That's exactly what my parents did! Both wanted to be cremated and have their ashes sprinkled in the ocean so they could float home to Hamburg. I kept a spoonful of ashes from each parent and planted it under a rose bush each, then my brother took the ashes to WA and sprinkled them. <br />I was born in Germany too, but feel no connection, having been raised in Australia from babyhood. Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-38539721031839128382014-02-07T02:55:43.655+00:002014-02-07T02:55:43.655+00:00"You can't go home again" as one of ..."You can't go home again" as one of our American authors said. I have fond memories of my childhood in central Florida before it became so crowded with suburbs and condominiums. The last time I went back, I could hardly recognize a thing -- I'll stick with my memories.<br /><br />These gloomy days -- how welcome spring will be! Vicki Lanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08114677510459055768noreply@blogger.com