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Nostalgia for a Place: When Time Forces Us To Move On

Nostalgia is most frequently defined as a “longing for the past.” This melancholy, sentimental feeling might be triggered by any number...

Nostalgia is most frequently defined as a “longing for the past.” This melancholy, sentimental feeling might be triggered by any number of events:  we stumble upon a journal from our childhood…we watch a documentary about the Kennedy family…someone dies. Or it might happen when we re-visit a location that has a very specific, evocative meaning for our lives – a first home, our elementary school.

This sort of deep attachment to a place – and the bittersweet emotions it evokes – was the subject of an essay by Judith Warner in her blog, Domestic Disturbances, on Friday. Entitled “Summer’s End,” the essay talks about Warner’s most recent trip back to her family’s second home in France following the death of a close friend over there. It’s a wonderful and far-ranging piece, encompassing themes of aging, mortality, friendship and nostalgia all in one go. But what I found most moving was the “irrational” (her word) attachment she feels towards this house as a sort of alternate anchor to her “real life” in Washington, D.C., even as she recognizes that time itself has changed the house’s meaning irrevocably.

As she writes: “I used to feel that our life in France was as solid, as permanent and unchanging as our little house. Like our identities there, built in the moment, always in the present tense, it existed outside of time. That has changed. Nothing can be taken for granted anymore.”

This sort of nostalgia rooted in place is also the subject of a small, lovely movie that came out last year called “Summer Hours” (L’heure d’été). It’s also set in France and is about a group of (grown) siblings who must come to terms with selling the large country home their family has held for generations. The two younger children – who clearly symbolize modern France  – wish to be done with the burden of keeping up the house and move on. It’s the eldest brother who- while realizing that it would be most practical to sell the house and use the proceeds to finance various family expenditures – can’t quite bear to part with it emotionally. But he, too, is forced to acknowledge that times have changed, his kids have grown up, and the house no longer has the same meaning or use that it once did.

I felt this way myself this summer, when I went to Cape Cod on holiday. Our family vacationed there every August throughout my entire childhood, but I hadn’t been back in nearly 20 years. And this time it felt very different, because for the first time in memory, my father wasn’t there.

My father worked a lot when I was a child, so we didn’t see all that much of him during the school year. But those three weeks in August were a special time for us, because – among other things – he was around. And so when I went back this time with my own children, I felt his absence all the more. I saw him at the beach, plunging into the freezing cold Atlantic Ocean and screaming “It’s toasty warm!” at the top of his lungs. I saw him at the corner store where he used to purchase his signature diet of coffee, cigarettes and newspapers (and comic books for us). The big treat were the days when he’d stuff all four of us into the trunk of the car – sometimes with a cousin or two in tow – and we’d drive the 1-2 miles to the store in complete, exhilarating darkness. And I saw his craggy, time-worn face embedded a thousand times in the stones that line Rock Harbor.

But because he wasn’t there this time, I now saw the Cape as I imagine others do: beautiful and rustic, yes. But also kitschy and tourist-y: a jumble of roadside clam bakes and miniature golf venues. That doesn’t make it any less appealing to me. But it does make it – inevitably – something else.

And I guess that’s what it means to grow up.

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  1. LPC September 14, 2009 at 7:51 pm #

    I am finding these days that, especially once one is over 50, it’s almost impossible to think deeply about anything without bumping into death. Like a rock in the lake you can avoid by the shore but no longer once you are swimming far out. I don’t know yet what to do about it. Can’t solve it. Can’t forget it. The death of a parent seems to bring many people closer to the answer, but it doesn’t seem to be an answer that can be told.

  2. delialloyd September 14, 2009 at 8:26 pm #

    Thanks for this LPC. You are quite right I think. And I’m seeing it more clearly with each passing year. Sigh.

  3. daryl boylan September 15, 2009 at 1:03 am #

    Yes,the loss of him hit yet again with this piece. The most poignant bit for me was about the rocks at Rock Harbor embedding his craggy face. Thank you.

  4. Maria del Mar Paredes Maña September 15, 2009 at 8:47 am #

    This last August I also remembered him riding on bike (I think with your Mum), along that road just in front the house at Easthampton. When he/they were arriving, I asked him/them, in my poor English and with a bit of shyness and insecurity pronunciation, how the riding was and he answered me something like: “it’s perfect, you said well!”, which encouraged me to try speaking English even more.
    I too remember your mother giving you some advise about University.

    • delialloyd September 15, 2009 at 9:50 am #

      Thanks Mara. My parents were both so fond of you and were so happy to see you again in Europe.


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