tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400097.post114694833553514129..comments2023-10-30T04:58:21.867-05:00Comments on At Home in Bluffton: Old GhostsLarry Santorohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09475600592358477572noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400097.post-1147043294086892382006-05-07T18:08:00.000-05:002006-05-07T18:08:00.000-05:00Something like that, Mel. When I was 5, we moved ...Something like that, Mel. When I was 5, we moved from the house in which I was born to a huge old place that was built in the 1870s. Four floors with lots of old nooks and lots of place-specific dust. From the roof and top floor you could see much of the city and the mountain behind us. The whole place reeked of 'others' and other times.<BR/><BR/>I knew that old lady who had owned the place only as a distant image of a big woman with a locally famous name. Her family had owned a tobacco wholesale company and a large cigar store. Items from her family's businesses filled the local historical society...big scary things that I imagined had once lived in our house...<BR/><BR/>What am I doing!? I'm turning a response into a post!<BR/><BR/>I'll do more on this one anon!<BR/><BR/>Thanks, Mel!Larry Santorohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09475600592358477572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400097.post-1147039976904123962006-05-07T17:12:00.000-05:002006-05-07T17:12:00.000-05:00Jeeez. How do they find you?Anyway. I love that pa...Jeeez. How do they find you?<BR/><BR/>Anyway. I love that painting! He really was a talented man. It makes me think of how houses kind of soak up the people that inhabit them; ever moved into a new place, and kind of instinctively create a mental idea of who had lived there before, perhaps just by the scent of the air, or a chance-found scrap left behind?<BR/>In our old house, I kind of "knew" the woman who lived there first. She would have been a new bride; her husband would have had the house built for her. It was 1928, and they had a manservant. She was fiercely proud of her rhododendrons and her roses.<BR/>I could go on and on... but that's kind of what that made me think of.<BR/>Is that what you meant?Melhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07332126804455557046noreply@blogger.com