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Jonathan Tobin: Defending the Right to a Jewish State

Heather Hale: Compliment your kids without giving them big heads

Megan Shauri: 10 ways you are ruining your own happiness

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Kiplinger's Personal Finance editors: 7 Things You Didn't Know About Paying Off Student Loans

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Densie Well, Ph.D., R.D. Open your eyes to yellow vegetables

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Caroline B. Glick: The disappearance of US will

Megan Wallgren: 10 things I've learned from my teenagers

Lizette Borreli: Green Tea Boosts Brain Power, May Help Treat Dementia

John Ericson: Trying hard to be 'positive' but never succeeding? Blame Your Brain

The Kosher Gourmet by Julie Rothman Almondy, flourless torta del re (Italian king's cake), has royal roots, is simple to make, . . . but devour it because it's simply delicious

April 14, 2014

Rabbi Dr Naftali Brawer: Passover frees us from the tyranny of time

Greg Crosby: Passing Over Religion

Eric Schulzke: First degree: How America really recovered from a murder epidemic

Georgia Lee: When love is not enough: Teaching your kids about the realities of adult relationships

Cameron Huddleston: Freebies for Your Lawn and Garden

Gordon Pape: How you can tell if your financial adviser is setting you up for potential ruin

Dana Dovey: Up to 500,000 people die each year from hepatitis C-related liver disease. New Treatment Has Over 90% Success Rate

Justin Caba: Eating Watermelon Can Help Control High Blood Pressure

The Kosher Gourmet by Joshua E. London and Lou Marmon Don't dare pass over these Pesach picks for Manischewitz!

April 11, 2014

Rabbi Hillel Goldberg: Silence is much more than golden

Caroline B. Glick: Forgetting freedom at Passover

Susan Swann: How to value a child for who he is, not just what he does

Cameron Huddleston: 7 Financial Tasks You Should Tackle Right Now

Sandra Block and Lisa Gerstner: How to Profit From Your Passion

Susan Scutti: A Simple Blood Test Might Soon Diagnose Cancer

Chris Weller: Have A Slow Metabolism? Let Science Speed It Up For You

The Kosher Gourmet by Diane Rossen Worthington Whitefish Terrine: A French take on gefilte fish

April 9, 2014

Jonathan Tobin: Why Did Kerry Lie About Israeli Blame?

Samuel G. Freedman: A resolution 70 years later for a father's unsettling legacy of ashes from Dachau

Jessica Ivins: A resolution 70 years later for a father's unsettling legacy of ashes from Dachau

Kim Giles: Asking for help is not weakness

Kathy Kristof and Barbara Hoch Marcus: 7 Great Growth Israeli Stocks

Matthew Mientka: How Beans, Peas, And Chickpeas Cleanse Bad Cholesterol and Lowers Risk of Heart Disease

Sabrina Bachai: 5 At-Home Treatments For Headaches

The Kosher Gourmet by Daniel Neman Have yourself a matzo ball: The secrets bubby never told you and recipes she could have never imagined

April 8, 2014

Lori Nawyn: At Your Wit's End and Back: Finding Peace

Susan B. Garland and Rachel L. Sheedy: Strategies Married Couples Can Use to Boost Benefits

David Muhlbaum: Smart Tax Deductions Non-Itemizers Can Claim

Jill Weisenberger, M.S., R.D.N., C.D.E : Before You Lose Your Mental Edge

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April 4, 2014

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April 2, 2014

Paul Greenberg: Death and joy in the spring

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Lecia Bushak: Why Hand Sanitizer May Actually Harm Your Health

Stacy Rapacon: Great Funds You Can Own for $500 or Less

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Jewish World Review March 27, 2006 / 27 Adar, 5766

It's his house, but it's not his home

By Mitch Albom

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http://www.JewishWorldReview.com | You can't go home again, but you can visit the house where you grew up. I tried it recently. Here's some advice.

Knock first.

Do not, as I did, park your car out front and stare.

Do not, as I did, stand in the street, with a friend, pointing at windows and saying, "So that's where my bedroom was, and that's where . . . ."

Do not, as I did, take out a camera and snap pictures. Chances are you will arouse suspicion. Particularly in those who live there. In my case, the man of the house stepped out to the front porch — the porch where I used to sit on a milk box waiting for my schoolmates — and he yelled menacingly, "Hey! Whaddya doin'?"

"I used to live here," I yelled back. "About 30 years ago."

I lowered my camera. "Sorry," I added.

"What's your name?"

I told him. Apparently, it jibed with his records.

"You wanna come in?" he asked.

Now, after 30 years, stepping inside your old house is a bit like flipping open your high school yearbook. Some things you're going to recognize, some things you won't.

The exterior of the house had not changed much. It just looked so . . . small. We had a middle-class home on a middle-class street in a middle-class suburb. But having known nothing else, I thought it was a palace. I remember running from the porch across our front "yard;" it felt like half a football field. Now I could cover it in five steps.

Still, it's the interior that gets you. The colors had changed, as had the wallpaper and carpeting. But there was the banister we used to slide down as kids. There was the front hall closet where my snow jacket hung.

And, finally, there was the kitchen, where I spent at least half my youth. My kid brother and I used to chase each other around the kitchen table. How did we do that? There was barely enough room now to pull the chairs back to sit down.

I mean, how small were we?

"You can check out the upstairs if you want," the owner said.

And so I did. I checked the attic where we used to hide, seeing if our parents would notice we were gone. I checked my grandmother's bedroom, which was built over the garage. And then I went to my old room.

For much of my adolescence, I had purple and red wallpaper. (It was, after all, the '60s and '70s.) I had a small record player and a couple of "blacklight" posters. I slept in a "trundle" bed, in case a relative stayed over and we had to double up.

Now the room was empty. The current family was redoing it. The walls and floors were bare. On a home makeover show, it would have been prime material. But for me, it just looked . . . vacant.

This was where I'd slept from my infancy to the day I left for college. I stood there, looking out my old window, and I tried to get the feeling again.

And I tried.

And I couldn't.

Because what you realize when you visit your old house is that what made it your old house was the smell of frying food, the Beatles record your older sister played, the thumping footsteps of your father coming upstairs, the sight of your grandmother eating ice cream in her rocking chair, your mother's voice yelling for you to come down for dinner.

All that was gone.

I thanked the people who had let me in. And I wished them well. It was their house now. Mine was in my memory. I took one last look through the car window. Then we drove away.

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