No Place Like Home

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Many years ago, I went on a horseback ride with a group.  Our group was instructed to walk the horses to the lake, let them drink, and then return to the barn.  What they didn’t tell us was the horses knew the trail very well as they had taken the trip hundreds of times.  Everything went well at first.  The horses plodded along, one after another down the path.  When we reached the lake, they drank casually; then we turned to return.  Immediately, the horses bolted into a run. The horses with the least experienced riders were in the lead while some of us were able to restrain our horses some.  The cowboys at the barn smiled as the terror-stricken green-horns arrived.  They knew once turned toward home, the animals would run to the corral.


In like manner my mother doesn’t like leaving home.  When I wake her in the morning she asks, “what time is it?” and “Do we have to go somewhere?”.  If I tell her we don’t have anywhere to go she simply says, “good.”  If I tell her, we must leave the house for a doctor or hairdresser appointment she always complains.   She even argues the trip isn’t necessary.  Upon arriving home and driving into the garage, she always says, “Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home.”


Quite often, when walking through a nursing home or memory care unit, you will hear someone exclaiming they want to go home.  In the memory unit, they may distress because they think someone is expecting them at home.  It’s understandable.  Even the staff probably want to go home.


In 1823 American lyricist John Howard Payne and English composer Sir Henry Bishop wrote the song Home Sweet Home.  It was extremely popular during the Civil War expressing the soldiers’ sentiment about their homes.  The song was eventually banned by Union troops because it caused desertion.  The tune has often been used in movies which brings emotional homesickness to the listener.  The lyrics are:


‘Mid pleasures and palaces though I may roam
Be it ever so humble there’s no place like home

A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there
Which seek thro’ the world is ne’er met with elsewhere


Home! Home!
Sweet, sweet home!
There’s no place like home
There’s no place like home


To thee, I’ll return
Overburdened with care the heart’s dearest solace
Will smile on me there

No more from that cottage again I will roam,
Be it ever so humble there’s no place like home.

Home! Home!


Sweet, sweet home!
There’s no place like home
There’s no place like home


There’s no place like home, and the dementia sufferer is most comfortable there.  I’ve taken my mother to numerous doctors and for countless medical tests.  There’s not much that can be done for her but to make her comfortable.  I think the best thing is to let her be home.  Be it ever so humble there’s no place like home.


My people will abide in a peaceful habitation, in secure dwellings, and in quiet resting places.  Isaiah 32:18 NASB

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