I'm always learning.
Many modern religions believe that they're preparing for the day when something to happen or someone to return.
Ancient civilizations also held the beliefs of a time when something is to happen or someone is to return.
The native Americans have beliefs that "sky people" came to earth and are still paying homage to aliens who will return to earth as was promised 5000 years ago.
Whether middle eastern religious sects or far eastern religions, they all harken back to promises of a return of sorts.
So many commonalities between so many varied beliefs, and yet humanity still seems to be religiously divided along these beliefs.
Perhaps what ever deity or alien will return, will have to wait for humanity to mature another several millennia before returning to fulfill the United prophecy of these religions.
Tuesday, October 16, 2018
You can't go back home
There's a saying that you can't go back home.
True enough.
I just google earthed my childhood home and surrounding areas.
Gone are the woods, pool (I demoed in 2005) and treehouse (I demoed in 1975).
Gone are many of the yard's trees.
The firepit remains, but it looks "rounder" and smaller, so it may have been replaced. The roof looks newer. They have a hot tub where Uncle Julius' old bench was on the patio. There appears to be an outdoor couch or padded bench on the front porch.
There's a new coat of paint, but the "B" remains on the garage peak.
The driveway and sidewalk to the front porch is paved concrete (newer looking in 2013 - the year of the google images). The front yard trees are larger.
Much of the neighborhood looks the same, but trees are everywhere. In the 2013 google photos, Tomko's house is still gone, with the detached garage standing alone.
I never realized how much of the woods is gone. Directly behind Valley Vista School, there is still a small woods, but not the sprawling woods that was framed in my Broadview, Wallings, State and Royalwood roads. The stream that had the waterfall still dumps out by Falls Lane, but most of the surrounding woods where all the Baja trails were has now been developed. All of these newer developments, with their same looking, particle board constructed houses lining winding, go-nowhere roads, sickens me to no end. Their only purpose was income and real estate tax revenues for corrupt, tin-pot dictator mayors of their suburban fiefdoms. Can you tell I am not happy?
All of this nostalgia was triggered by the past week's occurrences on the Facebook Group where I placed my photos of Barns. There were many comments stating that some of these barns (photos taken 2 years ago) are now torn down. Allegedly, there are no more working farms in North Royalton, so the city has been demo-ing many of these antiquated structures. (Again, Tin pot dictator mayors pushing "modernization. HORSESHIT!! They want to put more developments, with their same looking, particle board constructed houses lining winding, go-nowhere roads up to generate income and real estate tax revenues for corrupt, tin-pot dictator mayors of their suburban fiefdoms.
On second thought:
Maybe returning to the past, to the sleepy little neighborhood some 50 years later isn't a good thing.
Perhaps my moving south an hour, to Perry Twp was the right thing for me. Well, maybe half right. I should have moved FURTHER south. I NEVER liked the city and all the hustle and bustle, and I don't like Canton proper like I don't like the city of Cleveland. My cousin lives in NYC, and my God, I'd go insane there within moments of my arrival.
However, I AM glad I grew up in the little hamlet of North Royalton during my childhood. The size and culture of that little town was JUST RIGHT to grow up in. Not the bulging City it is now. There's not one damn thing I find attractive there now.
You can't go back home? Perhaps you can't.
However, I prefer to say it as I WON'T go back home. The word "Can't" implies a degree of forbiddenness. The word "Won't" implies a degree of will. Being s stubborn old Kraut, the word "WON'T" suits me better. It is my WILL that prohibits my desire to return to that place of my childhood. To do that, I'd have to jump into Doc Brown's DeLorean and trip back 50 years.
From that aspect, I grew up at the right time in the right Hamlet. Land lines only... no Pokemon GO... 3 VHF channels... and innocence.
True enough.
I just google earthed my childhood home and surrounding areas.
Gone are the woods, pool (I demoed in 2005) and treehouse (I demoed in 1975).
Gone are many of the yard's trees.
The firepit remains, but it looks "rounder" and smaller, so it may have been replaced. The roof looks newer. They have a hot tub where Uncle Julius' old bench was on the patio. There appears to be an outdoor couch or padded bench on the front porch.
There's a new coat of paint, but the "B" remains on the garage peak.
The driveway and sidewalk to the front porch is paved concrete (newer looking in 2013 - the year of the google images). The front yard trees are larger.
Much of the neighborhood looks the same, but trees are everywhere. In the 2013 google photos, Tomko's house is still gone, with the detached garage standing alone.
I never realized how much of the woods is gone. Directly behind Valley Vista School, there is still a small woods, but not the sprawling woods that was framed in my Broadview, Wallings, State and Royalwood roads. The stream that had the waterfall still dumps out by Falls Lane, but most of the surrounding woods where all the Baja trails were has now been developed. All of these newer developments, with their same looking, particle board constructed houses lining winding, go-nowhere roads, sickens me to no end. Their only purpose was income and real estate tax revenues for corrupt, tin-pot dictator mayors of their suburban fiefdoms. Can you tell I am not happy?
All of this nostalgia was triggered by the past week's occurrences on the Facebook Group where I placed my photos of Barns. There were many comments stating that some of these barns (photos taken 2 years ago) are now torn down. Allegedly, there are no more working farms in North Royalton, so the city has been demo-ing many of these antiquated structures. (Again, Tin pot dictator mayors pushing "modernization. HORSESHIT!! They want to put more developments, with their same looking, particle board constructed houses lining winding, go-nowhere roads up to generate income and real estate tax revenues for corrupt, tin-pot dictator mayors of their suburban fiefdoms.
On second thought:
Maybe returning to the past, to the sleepy little neighborhood some 50 years later isn't a good thing.
Perhaps my moving south an hour, to Perry Twp was the right thing for me. Well, maybe half right. I should have moved FURTHER south. I NEVER liked the city and all the hustle and bustle, and I don't like Canton proper like I don't like the city of Cleveland. My cousin lives in NYC, and my God, I'd go insane there within moments of my arrival.
However, I AM glad I grew up in the little hamlet of North Royalton during my childhood. The size and culture of that little town was JUST RIGHT to grow up in. Not the bulging City it is now. There's not one damn thing I find attractive there now.
You can't go back home? Perhaps you can't.
However, I prefer to say it as I WON'T go back home. The word "Can't" implies a degree of forbiddenness. The word "Won't" implies a degree of will. Being s stubborn old Kraut, the word "WON'T" suits me better. It is my WILL that prohibits my desire to return to that place of my childhood. To do that, I'd have to jump into Doc Brown's DeLorean and trip back 50 years.
From that aspect, I grew up at the right time in the right Hamlet. Land lines only... no Pokemon GO... 3 VHF channels... and innocence.
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