Archive for November 10th, 2009

Hospitality Is An Art

Author: siggy

No matter how beautiful or even drab an area we visited it is always the hospitality displayed that determined whether I enjoyed my stay.

It is never the place.  I remember how beautiful the view from my sister’s deck of Cape Cod Bay but I could not get away quick enough.  She drove me nuts with her fastidiousness.  If I spilled one drop of water on her floor or dropped one crumb of food she went berserk.  Her kitchen floor looked like you could eat off it.

That same year we visited a college friend of mine and what a contrast.  There was peace in that household.  There was no one hovering over me.  We felt welcome.  Hospitality is an art.  And you always know whose household you want to return to.

Your roots are not just the physical area you live in.  It is the memories you have accumulated in the past and continue to do so.

For over twenty years I visited Miami.  I no longer want to.  My parents lived there but now both are deceased and I have no ties there.  There is no longer any reason to go back.

I lived in Duncannon for fifteen years.  I still have friends there but it is no longer my home.  My wife and kids don’t live there any longer.  I may visit but it is no longer my home.

Our roots are the people who are the most important to us.  It is the people we reach out to every day (and who reach out to us).  It is the lives we are intertwined with.

Of course, the areas we have lived in the past we associate with certain memories.  Your roots are always invisible but real nevertheless.  And is always more than the particular area you live in.