“The Yellow House,” by Sarah M. Broom. The New Yorker, 8/24/2015.
You can best read it for yourself. This posting is about another quote from her that I found in a Google search:
“A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his own image.”
Yes! I have remade my childhood home in East Lansdowne and my grandparents home a block away in my own image and both forever belong to me. I—and you—have also remade our high school, wherever you may have attended, each as our own image, and it, too, forever belongs to us, no matter how much it has changed since.
When Leon West and I went back to visit our old high school years ago, I had the same feeling. Who are all these strangers in my high school? I see they added a new wing for the gym and repurposed the old gym for strange classes I never had. It’s for the best, but they should have asked me first.