tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296442124707185645.post6704822200413321663..comments2024-03-21T19:54:50.594-05:00Comments on MOUND: HomeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296442124707185645.post-60125178484854921312012-01-21T08:56:13.641-06:002012-01-21T08:56:13.641-06:00Interesting thoughts Marie. I'm sure there are...Interesting thoughts Marie. I'm sure there are those who would say that home, itself, is nostalgic. It's a kind of hardness to dismiss nostalgia, I suppose. It has taken on a negative quality. But like your story above suggests, maybe it's more of an illness that suggests a remedy. Go home -wherever, whatever that is.Frankhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02554893883207752597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296442124707185645.post-42630445235265057432012-01-20T13:33:38.443-06:002012-01-20T13:33:38.443-06:00I'm trying to find the precise ref. in a book ...I'm trying to find the precise ref. in a book I just read, but the author describes how nostalgia was the name given to a disease observed and diagnosed in the 18th and 19th centuries (Napoleonic Wars) - peculiar to soldiers a w a y f r o m h o m e. It is an acute longing for home. It is cured by returning.<br /><br />Before I read your post I was just going to say that the title was good word. I have discovered two funny things: When I turn on my laptop, I am home; and home really can be a person. It can also be vegetation.Mariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17086277483606295046noreply@blogger.com