I've finally done it...

As Gertrude Stein said about Oakland CA;

"There's no there, there."

Trudy,
There are a lot of folk in the BDSM forum that will appreciate your story-- go let 'em know you've written it.
I tried Stella, but I just found my thread moved to Story Feedback. Ouch. Last time I asked for feedback I got seriously caned. Wait a minute...maybe I'd like that :)
 
As Gertrude Stein said about Oakland CA;

"There's no there, there."

Not that it matters, but that quote's taken out of context. What Stein meant was that when she went back to Oakland to retrace her girlhood, she found that it had all changed, and that the Oakland she held in her mind's eye wasn't there anymore.

As somebody who has gone back to several "home towns" after a space of years, I can relate. The house I shared with my first wife has been torn down, likewise the building where I started my first business. Tom Wolfe was right.
 
The past is a different country. They do things differently there.

Harold Pinter

I knew Southern Spain in the early 1950s. My daughters have been there recently. The country they saw isn't the country I knew - a country that had been on the losing side in the Spanish Civil War and was effectively occupied by the winners. I suppose it was like the Confederate States of the US in the carpetbagger era.

I left Australia in 1962. The Australia I knew doesn't exist.

Og
 
Not that it matters, but that quote's taken out of context. What Stein meant was that when she went back to Oakland to retrace her girlhood, she found that it had all changed, and that the Oakland she held in her mind's eye wasn't there anymore.

As somebody who has gone back to several "home towns" after a space of years, I can relate. The house I shared with my first wife has been torn down, likewise the building where I started my first business. Tom Wolfe was right.
That is correct, and I too have felt the sensation of emptiness that comes with seeing your childhood's geography is gone...

It's always been a poignant line for me.
 
I feel that way about Helena, Montana. My grandparents lived there and we used to go visit every summer. As a young teen, I walked nearly the entire town and knew it intimately. Now, however . . .


On the other hand, I live right across the street from the house I grew up in so my hometown doesn't appear to have changed one bit! :D
 
I feel that way about Helena, Montana. My grandparents lived there and we used to go visit every summer. As a young teen, I walked nearly the entire town and knew it intimately. Now, however . . .


On the other hand, I live right across the street from the house I grew up in so my hometown doesn't appear to have changed one bit! :D

I still live in the house I grew up in...
 
Went back to Gisborne, NZ where I spent every summer on my grandmother's farm. The plum and walnut orchard where we played hide and seek and feasted as children had been bulldozed. The land has been packaged for development. That was really upsetting.
 
And TheeGoatPig,

Oil can was hysterically funny. Do the readers not appreciate humour?

I have no idea if it was even meant to be humorous. I know I get a giggle out of thinking about it, but I still don't know what the deal with that story is, and I wrote it!
 
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