tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8412282560169949904.post4309303152161157036..comments2023-10-02T06:17:54.318-07:00Comments on Wuthering Yankee: Stories from Life on Two Continents: HomesickPatricia Grace Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02654595684043499669noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8412282560169949904.post-13880291257676202252016-12-15T04:49:29.284-08:002016-12-15T04:49:29.284-08:00Bruce, I don't know for sure if Jacqui and I h...Bruce, I don't know for sure if Jacqui and I have met, but it certainly sounds like I would enjoy meeting her!Patricia Grace Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02654595684043499669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8412282560169949904.post-27031972747305480272016-12-12T03:58:06.185-08:002016-12-12T03:58:06.185-08:00It's just possible you may have met my wife - ...It's just possible you may have met my wife - Jacqui Grainger. We lived nearby for about 7 months and she used it regularly. She was a Librarian - Rare Books & Special Collections, Sydney Uni., looking for a post in the UK - she now has as 'stepping stone' position as Librarian at Shakespeare's Globe.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04258920016855115327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8412282560169949904.post-4925752222543837222016-12-12T02:50:37.809-08:002016-12-12T02:50:37.809-08:00Yes!Yes!Patricia Grace Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02654595684043499669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8412282560169949904.post-88529476763513536832016-12-11T10:27:53.319-08:002016-12-11T10:27:53.319-08:00The Yoga Station?The Yoga Station?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04258920016855115327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8412282560169949904.post-27225830773664415312016-12-11T09:31:08.906-08:002016-12-11T09:31:08.906-08:00Ha, thanks, Bruce! (No pressure, indeed!) I agree ...Ha, thanks, Bruce! (No pressure, indeed!) I agree that it feels somewhat challenging to plan to write one post per week; we'll see how long I can make it last. For now, it feels like a good spiritual discipline, if you will. (Not unlike taking yoga -- which I occasionally do in Whitley Bay, by the way. I like your town!) Patricia Grace Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02654595684043499669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8412282560169949904.post-85479506974498649102016-12-10T11:15:05.884-08:002016-12-10T11:15:05.884-08:00Hi Patricia, I enjoyed this and it caused me to re...Hi Patricia, I enjoyed this and it caused me to reflect on what feels like a very tested sense of home - Whitley Bay, Hull, Leicester, Basingstoke, Sydney, Whitley Bay. I also admire your chutzpah in stating your intention to write a weekly blog piece. I set out with similar intentions which quickly dissipated as I struggled to sustain authenticity - writing something truly felt, rather than for a self-imposed deadline. That said, I look forwrd to your next piece. No pressure!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04258920016855115327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8412282560169949904.post-74876290324124597432016-12-09T08:55:14.565-08:002016-12-09T08:55:14.565-08:00Thank you as always for your thoughtful reflection...Thank you as always for your thoughtful reflections, Shirley! And I agree, my dinner companion did give me a gift; it just took me a day or two to figure that out. ;-) It may be an almost universal experience these days, now that I think about it, to be from "someplace else" -- or to be moving in and out of different places that feel, mostly, like home.Patricia Grace Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02654595684043499669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8412282560169949904.post-20578368697848181332016-12-09T08:27:02.414-08:002016-12-09T08:27:02.414-08:00I'm another yankee "living" in the s...I'm another yankee "living" in the south. More accurately, coming and going from the south.<br /><br />That paragraph you quote about Jewel is not self-indulgence, since it is so beautiful.<br /><br />But it is a tease. Can't wait to read the finished product.<br /><br />Oh yes, the British put down. "Perhaps you can use a pen name." Ha! I've seen these in action too.<br /><br />He gave you a gift, however. You recognized that you have a lot more to say. I like what you are discovering under the elevator speech. <br /><br />ShirleyHShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16395781622594618982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8412282560169949904.post-23667561365375411362016-12-09T01:41:06.234-08:002016-12-09T01:41:06.234-08:00Kristin, yes: you and I probably have a similar ex...Kristin, yes: you and I probably have a similar experience now, of not quite belonging to either the South or the North. Or perhaps we belong to them both? I like to think that, but I agree with you that people sometimes quickly "place" us based on accent (or some other too-simple marker) alone.Patricia Grace Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02654595684043499669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8412282560169949904.post-10715339684828777392016-12-08T12:51:03.467-08:002016-12-08T12:51:03.467-08:00Living in the south, your home town, for 15 years ...Living in the south, your home town, for 15 years now. I realize I will never stop missing my roots in PA. In addition, a northerner can never be a southerner. No matter how long one lives in the south. Now, when I visit home (PA), they say, "Where are you from?". Here in Hickory I'm asked, "Where are you from?" I'm an outsider wherever I go because my accent is somewhere in between. My heart knows where I belong, wherever my family is. But, my heart also knows it feels more at home on Pennsylvania soil. Kristinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14699186402594545877noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8412282560169949904.post-29702395862085016462016-12-08T07:48:43.708-08:002016-12-08T07:48:43.708-08:00Thank you for the kind feedback, S. I resonate wit...Thank you for the kind feedback, S. I resonate with your idea of home as a space you create OUTSIDE of (or beyond) nation: being at home with the person you love, with the activities that give you life.<br />Patricia Grace Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02654595684043499669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8412282560169949904.post-90930196199408314472016-12-08T07:07:49.773-08:002016-12-08T07:07:49.773-08:00Patricia, what a moving post about the complexitie...Patricia, what a moving post about the complexities of home. It is a question that I have had to confront from my childhood, where as a daughter of a refugee family I grew up hearing stories of my grandparents home in Bangladesh. As I grew up, as a women I found India, Calcutta inhospitable. In a strange way grad school in Morgantown WV felt home even though I was eager to leave it. US has been the closest I have felt to home because it gave me the freedom to be independant, despite the microagressions I faced as a brown Indian woman, possible immigrant. Now I am not sure where home is: US now is so different from how I experienced it, India is under a religious right government. I feel home is with Nathan, with books, with writing: things that take me away from the reality of contemporary USA, and India. Wordsmith Cookhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12235576467426247046noreply@blogger.com