tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659636033906880131.post113921724034259066..comments2024-03-06T02:15:23.306-08:00Comments on Moonshine Junkyard: i will tell you the story of a little yellow housemoonshinejunkyardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02401889178583608877noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659636033906880131.post-84303451319690994422011-05-15T16:35:52.433-07:002011-05-15T16:35:52.433-07:00You're so cute!... and an awesome narrator! I ...You're so cute!... and an awesome narrator! I feel privileged to have visited such a special place once or twice!Hollihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09236667796362198559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659636033906880131.post-87524753399477714342011-05-15T16:23:01.442-07:002011-05-15T16:23:01.442-07:00You lived in Placerville?! I lived in Placerville!...You lived in Placerville?! I lived in Placerville! Born and raised! I'm using all these exclamation points because it's so rare that I meet anyone who even knows about Placerville, let alone lived there! I haven't been back in years, but I have very fond memories of my childhood there:)Bellamyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00481133313645577252noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659636033906880131.post-23660926324130558282011-05-11T08:49:46.610-07:002011-05-11T08:49:46.610-07:00Hey there. I've been away for a couple of mont...Hey there. I've been away for a couple of months and I'm working my way through my favorite blogs...and when I came to this...well...It made me smile and laugh and cry....I love hearing your stories of friends and fun you have together....and laugh at the things you guys do together....wishing I was part of it....and cried at the thought of losing everything....especially your little kitty....I can't even imagine. What great memories you have though....even with the underlying sadness...you have great memories. It makes me want to go outside and paint my house yellow....what a happy color to have surrounding you.Celiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07574391199840977118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659636033906880131.post-34637277945767643742011-05-08T13:40:34.798-07:002011-05-08T13:40:34.798-07:00Wowwwww Heather! Oh my goodness. What a story- a b...Wowwwww Heather! Oh my goodness. What a story- a beautiful, sweet & tender story. You and Missa both made me cry today. What if you or Mikey had been there? And oh, to lose your journals! And your luggage! And your Boo! But oh, to be surrounded by your rad family and endless string of friends. You are such a charmed person.Violet Folklorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02136470161407284445noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659636033906880131.post-4843544370613187732011-05-06T17:47:30.440-07:002011-05-06T17:47:30.440-07:00your story is sad yet there is warmth and growing ...your story is sad yet there is warmth and growing in it! you seem like just the strongest lady, the words you write glow with life. thank you for telling this tale, it reminds me to be thankful always.fatmosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07295446531212803473noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659636033906880131.post-26668469624801854342011-05-06T16:24:31.776-07:002011-05-06T16:24:31.776-07:00Well bun, I did it. I read it. Oh those days. A no...Well bun, I did it. I read it. Oh those days. A novel legend of our own lives that was written into our hearts. What a crazy, beautiful, strange, sad time. I remember you crying your heart out at a Starbucks in New York City, right next to ground zero...which in a few short months would have it's own ashes to mourn.<br /><br />Love you bun. How we will never forget your birthday, November 13 2000 and the yellow house of our old haunted dreamsAdieSpringBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18205931755209226695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659636033906880131.post-70893105099252622492011-05-06T14:06:20.364-07:002011-05-06T14:06:20.364-07:00So much warmth, sadness, loss and love in this sto...So much warmth, sadness, loss and love in this story, Heather. I was crying and laughing, and I love that little calico Boo and all yellow houses. Always have wanted a yellow house filled with cats and friends. Thanks for such beautiful images and words. xoxoSailor Purrshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13256960454185412722noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659636033906880131.post-4502347362288843232011-05-06T08:44:32.473-07:002011-05-06T08:44:32.473-07:00Thank you for sharing your story Heather! Made me ...Thank you for sharing your story Heather! Made me cry, and thanks for posting those old pictures of Jamie, it's so funny to see pictures of him growing up..I think your house now is one of the warmest most creative places I know, can' t wait to come visit again. Much love,<br />IdaTeater Via Almahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07130580270163014894noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659636033906880131.post-65868291730778505072011-05-06T07:50:58.305-07:002011-05-06T07:50:58.305-07:00I had to come back and reread this a few times bef...I had to come back and reread this a few times before I commented. This is such a touching, personal post. Thank you for sharing it with us. It shows what a beautiful spirit you have. You could easily have negative feelings of reflections from this time in your life, but you see all of the beauty that was given to you at that time, instead. <br /><br />I feel honored to see these quicksilver flashes of your memories. It's wonderful to see the kindness of you and your friends through different stages of your lives. <br /><br />Love,<br />ClaireCrystalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02493510847835521259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659636033906880131.post-21146204889958675642011-05-05T13:33:13.227-07:002011-05-05T13:33:13.227-07:00aw, heather. thank you for telling your story. i l...aw, heather. thank you for telling your story. i love your little yellow house and it brought back sweet memories of the magical places i have lived. i am sorry for your kitty and the fire, and that too brings back memories of my own sudden misfortunes and losses, suddenly dropping from heaven like a piano from a 40 story building. I am grateful to hear your story, as i can take a little charred corner of it and put it alongside my own smokey and burned memories, and now my own stories don't feel as lonesome. xoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659636033906880131.post-13286680706350867622011-05-05T08:08:30.243-07:002011-05-05T08:08:30.243-07:00What wonderful memories about being in that lil...What wonderful memories about being in that lil' yellow house in the middle of everything. I can't imagine the feeling of loosing everything (including a pet)- I'm so sorry you had to go through that Heather! It's funny how you came across a second cheerful yellow home though! And so sweet about Darin's letter to you! Mine wrote me a letter accompanied by a cd that I was to listen to as I read it :D Sweet memories!Nickyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13484406166071504488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659636033906880131.post-6944422077859792772011-05-05T02:04:22.284-07:002011-05-05T02:04:22.284-07:00Geeeeez girl, you are the type of character that w...Geeeeez girl, you are the type of character that would make an amazing novel herself. Your stories, your life, your encompassing zest and energy for ALL things. And you can write! And put together photos with your stories that make so much sense and invoke emotion in even the staunchest of hearts (me, I tend to analyse rather than feel). I'm being all silly and emotional I know, but I just think you must be someone special and all who meet you are very blessed indeed, sweet, fun Heather. Can you write a book of your memoirs please please!! xxTeenyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14681405757848141786noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659636033906880131.post-67302706412248293272011-05-04T18:47:40.746-07:002011-05-04T18:47:40.746-07:00You have an amazing and natural way with words. A ...You have an amazing and natural way with words. A natural storyteller. :) My heart broke a little for sweet boo and for the loss of memories and thoughts. As a cat lover and journal writer I can perfectly imagine the pain of that sort of loss.<br /><br />BlessingsAlphaBetsyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13994982062151051025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659636033906880131.post-9747225990244683842011-05-04T18:20:11.183-07:002011-05-04T18:20:11.183-07:00Aw Heather! You always said that one day you would...Aw Heather! You always said that one day you would tell me the story of your little yellow house. I had no idea about Boo, bless her sweet little soul! I'm glad you got to recover some treasures in the ashen rubble. So heartbreaking. You are such a strong and resilient woman! <br /><br />I do love seeing those cozy photos of friends and love spread all over your home! So amazing. And all the young faces! Jamie and Mikie are such a hunks!<br /><br />Ps- The little yellow house that is there now- did they rebuild it soon after the fire?ashleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07524272138217529047noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659636033906880131.post-54099974816874675532011-05-04T16:18:35.026-07:002011-05-04T16:18:35.026-07:00wow. girl , you are such an amazing story teller. ...wow. girl , you are such an amazing story teller. thank you so much for sharing. Im sorry about Boo. Im still in denial that animals don't live forever, not matter what the circumstance is.<br />love to you, boo, and your little yellow house.<br />PS. I just discovered I love houses that are yellow, thanks to your blog.<br />take caretheequinebovinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11002889884202723393noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659636033906880131.post-76719154350693945962011-05-04T14:48:05.295-07:002011-05-04T14:48:05.295-07:00Heather!! I was so glad to see this title for I kn...Heather!! I was so glad to see this title for I knew it would be this story - which I have only heard from Matt(I was banished to Utah at the time).I love how you wrote about EVERYTHING!! That time was amazing. And your house was so cute and perfect for you. I was so surprised to learn that you lived there. Matt and I were driving by it one day and I told him that I was going to live there one day( we were newly dating at the time) and he told me his sister lived there!! It made it seem even more clear to me that MATT indeed was the one for me. I have the fondest memories of Matt and I you and Darin and like Joey playing board games all the time. I also remember that Big yellow house. I loved it also. Such sad sweet memories!! I love you so much. SO glad your my sis forever. xoxoAmy Beattyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08449123714163750723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659636033906880131.post-49191602501608823502011-05-04T14:30:43.202-07:002011-05-04T14:30:43.202-07:00You are such an amazing and captivating writer, an...You are such an amazing and captivating writer, and as I am reading this waking up in bed all the way over in Australia I felt every single part of that story with you. I miss my younger days, of houses all-a-buzz and something always going on and so many girlfriends around. I think you are lucky you have your sister so close and a great bunch of lovely girls for companions.. Sometimes I really miss that. And would you believe it - when Andrew and I began our journey of love, about 6 years ago now.. I was working with Andrew at the cd shop, living with my ex boyfriend and my very first baby boy.. A male kelpie pup I had taken home one day.. I loved him to bits he was my entire world.. Slept between my legs everynight.. Until the universe took him away from me at only 11 months old.. Run over by a taxi in front of our house one morning he snuck out the front door, in front of my eyes no less. The following months of loss cemented the connection between me and this lovely rosy cheeked curly haired man I walked to work with every morning, so beginning our love too, and the time to move on and let the past go!lightwoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03858439725212134218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659636033906880131.post-11849804909062860442011-05-04T12:59:13.570-07:002011-05-04T12:59:13.570-07:00Heather, I read this early (earlyearlyearly) this ...Heather, I read this early (earlyearlyearly) this morning, and let it sit with me the whole day. I even told my mother about it while I helped her hang clothes today, feeling sadness well up in my heart when I got to the part about your little pumpkin, Boo.<br /><br />Oh, Heather. I admire your bravery and bright spirit so much; how you were able to make your way through the smoke that fire obscured your path with is truly beautiful.<br /><br />Isn't life strange and hard and wonderful? It's like... this truly devastating incident was one event to so many wonderful things that would happen later in your life. Kind of like a forest fire, you know? Everything is burned, but new seeds use that intense heat to germinate, and pretty soon, a charred, barren landscape is in full bloom, verdant, and lush.<br /><br />Thank you for such a heart-deep post. You amaze me with your sweetness and positivity, and I hope that I can be even a fraction as sunny as you some day. Much love to you, sister, dear.Sara Jeanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16111218909275376927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659636033906880131.post-91521413951667027302011-05-04T11:18:44.611-07:002011-05-04T11:18:44.611-07:00oh ladies. thank you so much for all your wonderfu...oh ladies. thank you so much for all your wonderfully thoughtful and sweet comments. by the time i finally finished this in the wee hours i hardly knew what i had written and i had no idea how it would be received. your thoughts and comments have given me a bloom of pure love and gratitude in my belly. i hope it wasn't too sad, as the story actually feels to me like a crazy one, a bewildering one, but ultimately a bittersweet and kind of happy one. it was time for me to move on and i learned so much. all your words here remind me yet again how blessed i am. it is easy to transition through difficult times when you have had many lovely blessings in life, you can't help but have a heart full of love.<br /><br />tina is was so neat to hear that you remember. i still have the article from the paper. i feel so connected to this community because of all the things that have happened to me here and i love knowing you share this! <br /><br />thank you again you gracious and wonderful friends.moonshinejunkyardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02401889178583608877noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659636033906880131.post-49660034352064037682011-05-04T11:08:04.801-07:002011-05-04T11:08:04.801-07:00Lucas and I met through groups of mutual friends t...Lucas and I met through groups of mutual friends that came together when I was the same age you were here (though it was in the earlier 90's). Your memories remind me so much of how life was for us during that time too. So much fun! Some close friends of mine shared a house that was a quick walk from downtown Santa Rosa and it was the place we all hung out at and partied in. The sleeping in random spots sounded all too familiar!<br /><br />What a tragic end to your story, poor Boo and the journals and photos :( I love the way it all came full circle though with the "end of an era" leading into the beginning of a new love, the love of your life, and even a new yellow house and so many new kitty friends to come!<br /><br />Also, this post too reminded me of Into the Forest! The part where Nell and Eva, with precious little left in the pantry, break their last jar of canned tomatoes while arguing over whether they should eat or save it, which leads to finishing off the remnants of an old bottle of grand marnier and fits of cathartic healing laughter. I loved hearing about how the two of you laughed together over it all :)Missahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13893666876164237431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659636033906880131.post-2949181488289512772011-05-04T10:36:24.274-07:002011-05-04T10:36:24.274-07:00Heather, I remember when you had your fire and Boo...Heather, I remember when you had your fire and Boo died. I read about it in the paper and also knew that the house had a fire since I drove by often and always liked (and still like) that cute little house. I never realized it was you. I still sometimes think of the fire and the cat that died when I drive by. I am so happy that you can now have a wonderful outlet for your writing and memories that will not be able to be destroyed. I am sorry you lost all your journals, it makes me ill to think about it. Thank you so much for your story and your photos. TinaTina Dawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08674608813791302494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659636033906880131.post-22570657301366908252011-05-04T08:55:07.825-07:002011-05-04T08:55:07.825-07:00wow! what an intense story!love that pic of you an...wow! what an intense story!love that pic of you and darin looking like little bebbehs. sometimes i have fantasies of getting rid of everything... i bet it felt so freeing even as it broke your heart. losing your journals must have been hard. :(<br />i love when you tell stories of back in the day. you are a great story teller!bonfire of my vanityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10107950410071603461noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659636033906880131.post-62229905136797331742011-05-04T08:22:45.062-07:002011-05-04T08:22:45.062-07:00Wow that's heavy. I don't know what I'...Wow that's heavy. I don't know what I'd do if my home burned away like that, and I lost my kitty boy. The fact you got through something like this and are yet such a positive and bright person amazes me, you really are something else Heather.Celhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17871879969054133260noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659636033906880131.post-20437725164609025362011-05-04T08:18:47.751-07:002011-05-04T08:18:47.751-07:00Oh Heather, love! If the first part made me cry wi...Oh Heather, love! If the first part made me cry with happy nostalgia, not even my own, the second made me cry with sadness and joy. Joy because it's such a glorious story, of loss but also what you can take away from that experience experience of utter devastation. And what you took away my dear, is love and light, the qualities that seem to be your essence. <br /><br />Earlier in the story, reading your descriptions of happy days, I thought to myself how mysterious and lovely it was that you seem to have always been so self-possessed, so comfortable in your beautiful skin and certain of who you are, even in times of doubt and trouble it turns out.<br /><br />It is rare feet to be so unplagued by doubt and looking at Heather from 11 years ago, I can't help but think that if I met her, I would instantly recognize her as the same person I've had the pleasure of getting to know for the last few years. Can you tell I'm a little bit in awe of you and your true and honest spirit?Millahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02078509975778101344noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659636033906880131.post-62376801727781323672011-05-04T07:58:31.378-07:002011-05-04T07:58:31.378-07:00I started reading with a smile on my face, thinkin...I started reading with a smile on my face, thinking ooh this is a love story, how lovely and then tradegy and my eyes filled up, how awful for you to go through such a horrid thing, the scars it bears are obviously still with you and maybe it was time for you to share it as a type of healing/cleansing process xDotty Delightfulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16421449844828978108noreply@blogger.com