Apr 8 2016

What Is A Family?

What is a family? The definition I have always held to would be: husbands, wives, sons, daughters, mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, nieces, nephews, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents – which covers just about all the bases, right? Right. Well, I’ve lived awhile, and learned a little, and plan to continue to learn until the day I leave this world for another. I am also open to a change of heart and change of definition, which is what this blog is about today.

Since I can first remember, my family was everything, all that was important in my world. Our clan. Our people. Us. As siblings, my brothers and I weren’t permitted to continue squabbles. Period. It was “Kiss, hug, and say you’re sorry RIGHT NOW”, with no mumblings under the breath, and no dark looks at each other.

When one of us in the immediate family was in trouble, we all rallied around that person, giving support, and helping them see it through, whether it was a medical problem, school, financial, whatever. We helped each other because we were “family.” When there was a bigger problem that needed more help, the whole clan stepped in and did what they could, because the clan is family. The clan is uniformity, solidarity, one heart, the basis for our shared values.

However, recently I’ve had a number of reality check moments in my life that opened my eyes to just exactly “What Is A Family?” Many of these incidents were uplifting and life-affirming. Unfortunately, others left me heartbroken and disillusioned. I realized it was time to take another look at the word “family”, and in doing so, have changed my long-held definition.

In the most recent event, my daughter and son-in-law had to rush me to Emergency, because I suddenly developed a life-threatening health situation. Luckily, I received treatment just in time and have been able to come home to recuperate. Because of what occurred during and after that, I have widened my view of “family”.

There is my blood-family, defined by me as those with the same bloodline as myself. There is my husband’s clan, or my in-law family. There is also my extended family, gained through my daughter’s marriage – my son-in-law family. They are all either directly related to me, or related by marriage. Still another special group I now consider family – close friends, good neighbours, friendly acquaintances, and my cherished business partners. Lastly, there is my virtual family consisting of people I may never have met face-to-face, and yet who are closely connected to me, and that is my Facebook and LinkedIn families.

It was astonishing to me how many people responded to the news of my illness with prayers, text messages, cards, update requests, phone calls, e-cards, flowers, and visits when my health permitted. I received one really unusual bouquet I fell in love with the minute it arrived – from my “son-in-law family”. Every day new blooms appeared, and the colour and arrangement itself was spectacular. Sitting in bed, I could just glance over and gaze at them, instantly feeling better. I also received many messages of concern and encouragement, either directly, or relayed to me through my daughter.

Social media is a wonderful way to keep in touch with each other, and my Facebook site is limited mostly to friends and family. Some of my blood-family, ironically those that you would think should be closest to me, probably still don’t know that I had this health crisis. Almost all of my friends knew, and my various in-law families, and they really lifted me up and out of a very bad place. Even people I only knew peripherally enquired about me and wished me back to good health. The encouragement, the loving care of my daughter and son-in-law day after day after day, really opened my eyes and my heart.

Hugh Thomson (1894)

I now define “family” as those who truly care whether you live or die, or survive life’s harsh trials. They are the ones who will rush to your rescue in times of need and will sacrifice in order to help you. Usually, they don’t even need to be asked, but when they are asked, they “step up”. If unable to do so, they will still make every effort to encourage and support you. Under this new definition, and with the exception of a few blood kin who remain close, I consider my “family” to include my husband’s people, my son-in-law’s people, some steadfast friends known since childhood and some just newly met, and finally, the people I’ve chosen to do business with. I’ve even decided to include certain cats, dogs, and bunnies in this group because they love you unconditionally – some even “signed their names” to cards wishing me well and others have simply brought joy to my life! I especially love my daughter’s little bunny Cooper, who sacrificed having his “Mom” with him every day, so she could look after “Gran”.

Cooper waits patiently…

My redefinition has given my heart and my life a boost of energy, and I thank God for each and every one of you who are now in my personal family/clan, and I look forward to extensions of that family in the future.

Family can be anyone who thinks warmly of you, cares about your well-being, aids you selflessly in times of need or “just because”, prays for you, attempts to lift your spirits or make you laugh. If you have performed loving deeds or expressed caring thoughts to me, then you know who you are – You are my “Family.” And I hope I’ve earned the right to be called yours as well.

Hi! Choosing music for my Mom’s “What Is A Family?” blog was easy. The difficult part was paring down so many choices to a manageable number! Most of the videos I’ve picked have the song lyrics shown, so go ahead and sing along. I did.

The first tune is James Taylor’s classic“You’ve Got A Friend“

Here’s the famous “Lean on Me” by Bill Withers.

Next is the great Ben E. King singing “Stand By Me”.

From TVs “Golden Girls”, it’s Andrew Gold with “Thank You For Being A Friend”.

From the movie “Home On The Range” here’s a song from The Beu Sisters – “Anytime You Need A Friend”.

This is country music’s wonderful Lady Antebellum with “Never Alone”.

A happy tune, “Count On Me” by Bruno Mars. I dare you not to tap your toe along with it!

An old favourite of mine by The Pretenders called “I’ll Stand By You”.

For a 70s Flashback, here’s Sister Sledge with “We Are Family”.

Another newer favourite of mine, “Fix You” by Coldplay.

That’s an even 10. I could have posted so many more. Sorry if I missed your favourite but I ran out of room!

As I mentioned above, there are beloved pets, mine, and others, past and present, who I consider part of my “family” and here are a few of them.My daughter and son-in-law’s Cooper, as he is today, is shown above, but here is his “baby” picture!

Cooper at just 42 days old. That cute face and those button eyes tell the whole story of Cooper.

My own dear departed Mickey. Wise and affectionate.

My first sweet bunny Pippin. Yes, he was named after the Lord of the Rings hobbit.

My daughter and son-in-law’s first bunny Thumper. The Great Adventurer.

Their second “wilderness rescue” bunny Pepper. She was like Royalty!

My daughter's friend's beautiful cats Wellington and Keiren

My daughter’s best friend’s beautiful cats Wellington and Keiren

Milo, from my son-in-law’s sister’s family. Still energetic after all these years!

Precious O’Malley, from the same family…we miss you!

Bagerah & Fluffy , from son-in-law's second sister's family

Gorgeous Bagerah & Fluffy, from my son-in-law’s second sister’s family

Steadfast and loving Maggie, from the family of my niece-through-marriage

Fun-loving Humphrey, from the family of another niece-through-marriage.

And last, but definitely not least, here are Maliika, Muzby & Trevor, from daughter and son-in-law's, and my, friend's family from Australia

And last, but definitely not least, here are the ever-playful mischief makers Maliika, Muzby & Trevor, from the family of my daughter and son-in-law’s friends, and my friends too, from Australia

Signing off, with love and admiration for true family,

E. Joyce

Jun 1 2013

Who Are We?

Who are we – really?

Within the time-frame of a half-hour, how difficult would it be for you to sit down and write five things you like about yourself? How about 10 things? Let’s make it harder – could you name 15? or 20? What about 25? or more?

If you are able to write without hesitation a goodly number of ways you see yourself in a kindly manner, good on ya, mate! However, the chances are pretty good that most people would not be able to do that. Since we all start out at birth as human beings on a pretty well equal playing field, then – Why? Why don’t we see ourselves as excellent representatives of what is best in the human race?

A few years ago, a group of 20 women were gathered at my home, willing to do a little experiment for me – and for themselves, as well. We had come together as strangers in a business venture I had started, and had worked fairly closely with each other for several weeks, and in some cases, several months.

I asked the group to list the names of everyone in the room on a piece of paper, writing what they liked about each one, excluding themselves. On a second piece of paper, I asked them to write down what they thought about themselves. The results were very surprising. Although the group found it very easy to write complimentary assets about all their fellow members, every single person there wrote negatives about themselves, with very few positives, if there were any at all.

Some comments I remember were – “I’m overweight” – “I’m not very outgoing” – “I’m plain looking” – “I don’t smile enough” – “People don’t like me” – “I’ve always been clumsy” – “I’m not a good parent” – “I’m very disorganized” – etc.

I took the negative lists and read aloud to the group what each one thought about herself, followed by what 19 others thought about her in a positive way. Incredibly, every time I read a negative comment someone had written of herself, it was disputed by others in the room, who saw her in an entirely different way.

A few examples I remember: – “I’m too shy. I’m scared of people.” And the room thought: – “Outgoing… Friendly… Personable… Warm.” Another: ” I’m not very friendly.” The room: “A witty conversationalist… Delightful person… Has become a wonderful friend… Good to everyone… Charming and helpful…” And: “ I feel clumsy and ugly.” The room’s response: “Attractive… Good-looking… Beautiful… Walks like a model…” And: “I don’t know how to talk to people.” The room: “Great speaker… Handles meeting so well… Very friendly with newcomers… Explains things really well…”

That’s not all… Some of the other positive attributes others gave about them, surprised them – almost shocked them – because they had never realized others saw them in such an uplifting and favorable way. I then gave them back the page with their own perceptions of self, again read aloud what the rest of the room thought about them, asking them to write down those positives below their own negative perceptions of themselves. It’s not every day that we can have such an uplifting testimony to read whenever were feeling a little down on ourselves. It’s also a wonderful way to cement friendships, when we know we are seen in such a favorable light by others – a truly win-win situation.

The profit in that little exercise was that people who had come to know each other, were able to influence the way other people perceive themselves. Instead of continuing to be down on themselves, they began to see themselves through different eyes. It gave them confidence to change their self perception, and absolutely made it much easier to be a team player in our endeavor.

Another immense benefit was that they subsequently found it easier to see positive things in others as well as themselves.

What causes us to think so badly of ourselves that we feel insecure and doubtful and shy, or even self-hating? I suppose in this stage of our lives, it doesn’t matter how it was started, or what person or persons or circumstances nurtured our negative conceptions of ourselves. The sad thing is that when we think badly about ourselves, we can sometimes do to the people we love the most, the same things that were done to us, and the cycle continues. Trying to find the causes may be helpful, but it doesn’t matter much in the here-and-now of this day and tomorrow and the day after that.

What does matter is that we recognize that everyone has a need to be cherished for who they are and what they can become, no matter their age or background. In this life, we can choose to ignore others and what they think, or seek out their opinions, and weigh what they say in a positive manner. If someone drops out of sight, we can say “ah, well” and forget them, or we can take the time to send them an email and ask “Are you okay? I’ve missed you.” Or pick up the phone… Or send a “Thinking of you” card in the mail.

I love people and I particularly love the good vibes I get from them. It is a wonderful thing to see folks cautiously come out from under their shyness, their feelings of inadequacy, or unworthiness, to realize that we all have value, and each one of us has our own place of worth. If, as a friend or acquaintance, we can maintain a nurturing and friendly atmosphere toward others, with good fun and caring at the top of the list, I believe the dividends can be enormous, especially to ourselves. It certainly doesn’t hurt to send a little message to those in your circle of family, friends and acquaintances, now and then, to let them know you care..

I believe that loving and caring becomes so imprinted on your own psyche that it is even picked up by strangers, making their day a little better place to be as well. I also believe that our loving and caring needs to start with ourselves.

QUOTATIONS …

…On Self

A baby is born with a need to be loved and never outgrows it. (Frank A Clark)
A man should look for what he is, and not for what he thinks should be. (Albert Einstein)
A man who lives, not by what he loves but what he hates, is a sick man. (Archibald MacLeish)
Act the way you’d like to be and soon you’ll be the way you act. (Leonard Cohen) (Geo. W. Crane)
All I need is my brains, my eyes and my personality, for better or for worse. (Wm A Allard)
All of us love applause, and so we should – it means that the listener likes us! (Emanuel Ax
Begin to see yourself as a soul with a body rather than a body with a soul. (Wayne Dyer)
Do good to your friends to keep them, to your enemies to win them. (Benjamin Franklin)
Every action of our lives touches on some chord that will vibrate in eternity. (Sean O’Casey)
First say to yourself what you would be; and then do what you have to do. (Epictetus)
For us she is not the iron lady. She is the kind, dear Mrs. Thatcher. (Alexander Dubcek)
Happiness is a hard thing because it is achieved only by making others happy. (S Cloete)
I am an optimist. It does not seem too much use being anything else. (Churchill)
I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved. (George Eliot)
I want you to be everything that’s you, deep at the center of your being. (Confucius)
I want you to start a crusade in your life – to dare to be your best. (William Danforth)
If I respect myself and believe in what I’m doing, no one can touch me. (Fiona Apple)
If I told you about a land of love, friend, would you follow me and come? (Yunus Emre)
If you would have a faithful servant, and one that you like, serve yourself. (Benjamin Franklin)
Kindness makes a fellow feel good whether it’s being done to him or by him. (Frank A Clark)
Let us live so that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry. (Mark Twain)
My best friend is the man who in wishing me well wishes it for my sake. (Aristotle)
O would some power the giftie gie us to see ourselves as others see us. (Robert Burns)
Resolve to be thyself: and know that he who finds himself, loses his misery. (Matt Arnold)
Speak ill of no man, but speak all the good you know of everybody. (Benjamin Franklin)
Today I see beauty everywhere I do, in every face I see, in every single soul. (Kevyn Aucoin)
Unless we love and are loved, each of us is alone, each of us is deeply lonely. (M. Adler)
You get the best out of others when you get the best out of yourself. (Harvey S Firestone)

Awake

Here in the quiet of my room
Here in the morning’s light
Cobwebs swept by my mental broom
Along with the fears of the night.

Here I can see light shafting through
Curtains almost full-drawn
Arise from your bed: there are things to do
And the time to start is at dawn.

Bosom

I capture this moment
and hold it.
I clasp it tightly,
savoring it.

Pleasure
Peace
Warmth

Even if only for a moment.

Did I Tell You?

And did I ever tell you
how you make me feel alive?
How you make me want to conquer?
how you make me want to strive?

I want to be perfection
when you look upon my face,
I want to be your beauty,
full of gentleness and grace.

I want your eyes upon me
saying “Love you” all the time,
I am so hungry for you,
that I feel it like a crime.

Every day I’m with you
opens up another door —
Every day I love you —
more and more and more and more.

Leonard Cohen – Who Is He?

Leonard Norman Cohen, Canadian singer-songwriter, musician, poet, novelist, was born September 21, 1934 in Westmount, Quebec. Honours have been heaped upon him including his induction into the American Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, the Canadian Music Hall of Fame, the Canadian Songwriters Hall of Fame.He has been awarded the Companion Of The Order of Canada (the nation’s highest civilian honour), the Chester MacNaughton Prize for Creative Writing, the Canadian Authors Association Literary Award for Poetry, the Prince of Asurias Award for literature. (For the complete list, check Wikepedia.) His music has been covered by many singers, and used in many films. He has been in films, and has had documentaries created about his work.

I love this man’s music and poetry. Leonard Cohen instills into his words, a warm, breathing picture of who he is, what he’s experienced, what he’s seen and felt, to create masterpieces of insight and compassion, perhaps depression and despair, but ultimately reflections of life. He makes me feel what he is feeling. He makes me see what he is seeing.

Here are seven (yes, I like him that much) selections I listen to over and over again, but truthfully, I can listen to anything he sings with great pleasure. And do –

Album 1967 “Songs Of Leonard Cohen”
The Stranger Song (1967 live on the Julie Felix Show) (upl. absentreferent YouTube)

Album 1969 “Songs From A Room”
Bird On The Wire (Live London 2008) (upl. RElapso1 YouTube)

Album 1984 “Various Positions”
Dance Me To The End Of Love (upl. 1984 LeonardCohenVEVO YouTube)

Hallelujah (2009) (upl. WolfenSteed YouTube)

Album 1988 “I’m Your Man”
Ain’t No Cure For Love (Live London 2009, with spoken preamble, prepared video upl. sabhti)

…to hear more wonderful music from Leonard Cohen click the links below…
Everybody Knows (2008 live in London) (upl. ilnee YouTube)
Everybody Knows

I’m Your Man (live in London 2009) (upl. alcyoneeffect YouTube) (also recites “A Thousand Kisses Deep” as a poem).
I’m Your Man/A Thousand Kisses Deep

PAWS FOR AWHILE…

Why Some Men Have A Dog, But Not A Wife:

The later you are, the more excited your dog is to see you.

Dogs don’t notice if you call them by another dog’s name.

Dogs like it if you leave a lot of things on the floor.

Dogs agree that you have to raise your voice to get your point across.

Dogs find you amusing when you’re drunk.

Dogs like to go hunting…

…and fishing.

If a dog leaves, it won’t take half of your stuff.

Signing off ….. ej

Jun 18 2012

What’s In A House?

I’m remembering a trip I took to Stratford to say goodbye to a house. I drove there, thinking I would be visiting it all by myself, but my brother and sister-in-law were there too, taking their own “last look around.”

It looked so different! A few days before, most of the furniture was still there, marked for an estate sale auction. A lot of the “things” that make a house a home, were going to someone else’s home. Some had already made their way into the homes of the family, mostly items that were cherished for their sentiment and beauty.

When I stepped inside, all the rooms were empty, except for the drapes on the windows. Everything was gone. It gave my heart such a pang, it literally took my breath away. I walked from room to room, listening to the hollow sounds of my footsteps. There were tears in my brother’s and sister-in-law’s eyes, and I saw I was looking at them through a blur as well.

Then I realized this must have been the way my mother and dad saw the house when they first took possession of it. They had the house built for them to their specifications and plans. They knew exactly what they wanted and where they wanted it. Mom must have looked at these empty rooms and visualized them with the furniture and possessions she had planned to put in them, adding treasures through the years.

I took a deep breath and remembered: there were Beanie Babies and teddy bears and funny stuffed creatures over there and in there and there….. many of them sitting in pretty pieces of doll-sized furniture, or in colourful baskets … all for the joy of the grandchildren and any visiting little ones.

There was a grandfather clock over there which steadfastly chimed the quarter hours all through the day and night with such beautiful tones. (My young brother now enjoys those melodious chimes.)

There were soft, comfortable swivel easy chairs grouped so that we would all be facing each other while still being able to turn and look out the wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling picture window to the back yard and the wonderful gardens mom and dad had created.

The refrigerator was covered with pictures of the family, mounted with magnets mom carefully attached so that she would have the pleasure of looking at all her children….and grandchildren…. and great-grandchildren.

Built by my dad along an entire wall was a glass and wood china cabinet, filled with treasures they had brought home from Europe and Mexico, the States and all parts of Canada. Hummels and De Grazias and Royal Crown Derby and Minto and Lladro and Lefton and Lalique and Precious Moments … bells and owls and eagles and bluebirds and penguins, children, and delicate dancing ladies, and sweet little angels, and beautiful china pieces….

A curio cabinet was added to take the overflow from the full wall china cabinet, with more treasures. This saucy angel was my favourite. (The cabinet happily resides with me now, along with my little angel…)

How many incredibly abundant and delicious holiday meals had been enjoyed around the beautiful teak dining room table. (And card games, and late night cups of tea.)

On the walls were paintings, some by my brother, some by a cousin, one by my son-in-law, a couple commissioned, some from the Stratford Art in the Park, promoting local artists… and an entire wall filled with a magnificent plate collection, mostly of faces, beautiful, colourful, alive.

On a table over there was a little waterfall with frogs and pixies sitting on the ledges… and outside below the deck there was a little pond with a double waterfall, and more frogs and dwarves and little creatures and fish in the summertime….

There were stunning gardens, sculpted and brilliant in their beauty, with gracious trees – all planted by my dad – over forty different species…. How well I remember my daughter’s beautiful wedding held on that lush, manicured lawn, framed by luxurious blooms. arbour covered with roses, where the wedding papers were signed. The other weddings that followed…. and the people on horticultural bus tours from around the province who came to visit the beauty of the gardens.

And then there was the cool, shady laneway that crossed the back of the property, between the lawn, a stand of trees, and a huge vegetable garden behind the trees, where my Dad also planted trees from many different seedlings, and gave thousands and thousands of them away to new homeowners over the years.

Also outside in the garden, a recent project of my mother’s was a delightful display of dozens of bird houses on poles, all shapes and sizes and colours, making a marvelous garden display of their own. The collection started with a few, and grew by leaps and bounds once my mother, the ultimate collector, got started. Inside the house were more birdhouses, dozens of them, made for her by members of her family, decorated with birds and painted bright colours, hanging in windows, sitting on windowsills, on walls and tables. Expressions of love.

My daughter and I contributed a single bird house each, and had the double pleasure of creating them together for “Nana”, and then seeing her face light up when we presented them to her as our “donation”.

Thousands of Christmas decorations, scenes, and exotic ornaments, because she and Dad so loved the season. I remember an enormous wreath created by my mother, hanging on the wall of the verandah, containing over 1,000 brilliant little lights, so marvelous that many evenings at Christmastime, strangers would stop and knock on the door, asking her where she bought it.. and offering large sums for its purchase…. (my cousins now have that wreath). The house held all kinds of kraft paper and designs and art supplies for a mother – grandmother – woman who was creative and unique… someone children loved to be with. (And in that house, we were ALL children….)

An elegant bathroom, with its own photo gallery of framed family greeting card artwork….

Bookshelves filled with her treasures – eagles, and owls, and figurines, and over thirty photo albums filled to the brim with the history of the family, neatly and lovingly catalogued, with each picture carefully labeled , noting who was who, and where, and when and why….. lifetimes of memories.

A new family was due to move in the next day – an executive and his wife and two daughters transferred from the U.S. to Stratford. They had fallen in love with the house and the beautiful, spacious grounds. We left some gifts for the children, from the children who had loved this place and the memories it holds. A table and chair set built by my husband, an almost full-size pram, with an almost full-size little girl doll that both belonged to my daughter, and games we had all treasured.

My mother and dad would have approved of a young family moving in, and I’m sure they will be hovering around, making sure that lost things get found, and little children are happy.

I left Stratford that day realizing that I would never remember an empty house. The rooms, as I looked around for the last time, were filled with memories of a house – that was a home.

THE SPECIAL HOUSE

This is a jewel of a house
Nestled in Nature’s arms
Keep the loving ones within
Safe from evil’s harms.

This is a house that’s set apart,
From the restless world alone,
For here lies the warm and beating heart
Of a house that is a home.

Basic Necessities

One thing I need, a mate
To be mine alone;
One Place I need, a house,
Which will be our home;
One sound I need, a laugh
To fill up every space,
And shining through it all
The light of love on every face.

Home

A house without love is just a house
where things are only things,
But where love rules majestically
is an abode for kings.

“QUOTATIONS”

(Quotes this time are about “Home”.)

A house is made of walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams. (unknown)
Charity begins at home … (Charles Dickens)
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home. (Matsuo Basho)
He hath eaten me out of house and home. (Shakespeare)
He is the happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home. (Goethe)
Home is an invention on which no one has yet improved. (Ann Douglas)
Home is home, be it ever so humble. (Proverb)
Home is home, though it be homely. (English proverb)
Home is not where you live, but where they understand you. (Christian Morganstern)
Home is one’s birthplace, ratified by memory. (Henry A. Grunwald)
Home is the girl’s prison and the woman’s workhouse. (George Bernard Shaw)
Home is the place where it feels right to walk around without shoes. (unknown)
Home is where one starts from. (T. S. Eliot)
Home is where the house is. (unknown)
Home is where you can scratch where it itches. (unknown)
Home is where you hang your head. (Groucho Marx)
There’s nothing half so pleasant as coming home again. (Margaret E. Sangster)
To feel at home, stay at home. (Cliff Fadiman)
We’re a long, long way from home. Home’s a long, long way from us. (Bruce Springsteen)

CROWDED HOUSE

What’s not to love when a musical group whose lead-vocalist and primary songwriter is someone with the last name of “Finn”? New Zealand-born Neil Finn formed Crowded House in 1985 in Melbourne, Australia. His brother Tim Finn, who was in another famous New Zealand band Split Enz with Neil, was a member from 1990-1991. They are a crowd-friendly group, and I can’t help but sing along with them when I’m playing any of their wonderful pieces. They took their name from the fact they were living in a small apartment in Los Angeles where they recorded their debut album “Crowded House”. Queen Elizabeth II bestowed the Order of the British Empire (OBE) on both Neil and Tim in 1993 for their contribution to the music of New Zealand.

Current members of the band are Neil Finn (vocals, guitars, keyboards) Nick Seymour (bass) Mark Hart (keyboards) and Matt Sherrod (drums). Neil’s son Liam (guitars, keyboards, backing vocals) toured with Crowded House for their “Time on Earth” tour in 2007, and has appeared with the band occasionally on later tours. What makes Crowded House special to me is the excellent quality of the songs, which not only have melodies that stick with you for days on end, but which also have finely-crafted lyrics. There are so many wonderful songs; here is a list of a few you can listen from YouTube (starting with some “house/home” themed songs)

Silent House – (upl.FanofPope Benedict) –

Nails In My Feet – (upl. schattenjager86) –

Don’t Dream It’s Over – (upl. by emimusic) –

Better Be Home Soon – (upl. by emimusic) –

…if you want more Crowded House music click the links below…

Weather With You – (upl. TheForgottenGiants) – Weather With You

Fall At Your Feet – (upl. mrugh) – Fall At Your Feet

(Just like any of the musicians I feature in this blog, I hope you will enjoy the music enough to support the artists through your purchases either on-line or at your local music store. Check out the iTunes connection, or Amazon.com where all of the above are available)

Visit Crowded House’s website: Crowded House

This has been a really fun post for me today, I hope you enjoy it too. (Let me know….)

Signing off…. ej

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