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When studying Place Attachment as an academic subject, one of the first aspects of the person-place bond that becomes obvious is the profound influence of childhood experiences on the place-attachment bonds that form later in life. These influences from childhood take on many forms, and are based on varying types of direct and indirect experiences.
For example, if a child spends many happy hours playing in a tree house in her back yard, that child is likely to develop positive associations, and a particular fondness for tree houses, and trees, for the rest of her life. Positive associations may simply evolve due to hours of enjoyment, but will be significantly strengthened if the tree house also served as a refuge during times of emotional pain and turmoil with family and/or friends, or if meaningful and special moments unfolded in the tree house, such as a first kiss, a place from which special adventures launched, etc. The key point here is that as an adult, a person with positive associations with tree houses from childhood will find places with trees and tree houses more deeply appealing than the rest of us throughout their life!
Similarly, if a child has direct, negative experiences that occur in a particular type of landscape, that child may develop an aversion to similar landscapes. For example, a child who has traumatic experiences on a lakeside playground may well develop an aversion to playgrounds, to lakeside areas or to both. This may go so far as to significantly heighten the appeal to that person, later in life, of places that are nowhere near lakes, and with few playgrounds in the vicinity.
Another type of childhood experience that can have powerful influence over how we feel about places as we grow and develop is related to the stories we are told by important adults in our lives. The power of the narratives which we absorb as children can be very strong. This can be particularly significant for children of immigrants whose parents may tell beautiful stories about the place they came from, children whose parents have a robust ethnic or religious mythology that is tightly interwoven with stories of a sacred place, or simply children whose parents speak frequently and/or enthusiastically about places that they love or find appealing for any set of reasons. Children tend to internalize the loves and hatreds of their parents. If, for example, a child grows up in rural Kentucky, and her parents talk a lot about how much they love the hustle and bustle of the city, that child might be likely to develop a powerful affinity for Manhattan!
The bottom line here is that as adults, even though we may not have conscious awareness of the childhood associations that are influencing the way we feel about and relate to particular places, our childhood experiences of places can and do influence the way we feel in and about places we come in contact with later in life.
Below is a link to a song written and sung by Judy Collins that tells the story of intergenerational attachment bonds with places in a very beautiful way. Watch, listen, enjoy and please feel free to comment below!
So here is a truth that is hidden in plain sight: a person can love a place so much, and/or in such a way that the place is truly their most significant ‘other.’ I say this is hidden in plain sight because it really doesn’t occur to most of us that this could really be true – not just a sweet whimsical thing that poets say, but don’t really mean. In fact, it certainly did not occur to me until I experienced it myself. This is similar to a newly internalized vocabulary word that suddenly seems to appear everywhere, even though it has been in usage for a long time.
The idea that a place can be the love of one’s life, or one’s best friend, or one’s most significant other seems like a revelation at first; something unlikely, obscure and even mildly disturbing. Nonetheless, for some of us, it turns out to be true.
Long ago, just after returning to the US after having lived most of my twenties (the 1980’s) in Jerusalem, I used to say that Jerusalem was the love of my life. It seemed to be the only way I could express to people just how deeply connected I felt with her, how much that connection meant to me, and how much grief I was going through being situated so far away from her in time and space. I knew that I meant it, but I did not have a clue that others sometimes felt equally bonded to places, to the point that those places were effectively partner, lover and/or best friend.
My relationship with Jerusalem has meant so much to me over the course of my life that I have devoted substantial time and energy to the endeavor to better understand the nature of the bonds that form between people and places. This has been such a labor of love for me that each new tidbit, each new piece of the place-attachment puzzle I am lucky enough to find feels like a treasure to behold.
I remember the first time I heard ‘Under the Bridge’ by The Red Hot Chili Peppers. It had been 20 years since I had lived in Jerusalem, and I had only recently decided that I needed to devote time and energy to exploring and writing about place attachment and loss of place in people’s lives. I was driving around my neighborhood just outside of Washington, DC, running an errand, and the song began playing on the radio. I simply could not believe my ears. I had never heard anyone, anywhere describe a place as the most important ‘other’ in their life. It was so validating to hear this song, that I felt elated. It seemed that finally, someone seemed to understand, and have similar feelings. I was particularly struck by the fact that hearing this song was so powerful for me, even after having left Jerusalem behind two decades earlier!!!
If there is a chance that someone else visiting this website might find similar validation, and a comparable uplift as a result of hearing this particular song, then this whole website will have been worth the effort and expense. I post it here, as an offering, for the sake of all people who know what it feels like experience a place as the love of their life – even if only for a time.
After watching the video, I invite you to comment below!
Welcome to all who are interested in the relationships between people and the places they have come to love!
Have you come to deeply know and passionately love a particular place that is not your original home? Did you finally experience a sense of belonging there?
Has the love you feel for that place come to be a powerful force in your life?
Are you experiencing grief over the loss of that place which no one seems to understand, especially since you chose to leave that place?
If your answer to any of the above questions is ‘YES’ then you have come to the right place!!
This site is for those experiencing grief over the loss of a beloved place, as well as friends, family members and support professionals who want to help.
The first challenge presented by the subject of place attachment is how do we define the word, or concept, ‘place.’ It only takes a minute of thinking about the subject to realize that the possibilities are vast. Place attachment theorists tell us that parameters of place can be as small as a single object, or as expansive as the universe itself. These ideas, while intriguing, don’t get us very far.
It seems a bit more manageable to me, at first, to think of a place as a geographic whole that is made of ‘the sum of its parts,’ and then something greater. Thinking of the definition of place this way, we can begin to enumerate the qualities of places. So, let’s take the Washington, DC suburb in which I currently reside: Bethesda, Maryland. There is a lot to say about Bethesda. In fact, there’s plenty to say, just about my street – which is arguably a ‘place’ unto itself – but I’ll try to keep things simple for now.
So, Bethesda is very close to Washington, DC. Like any other place, she has her own, unique history. She also has her own metro stop in the DC metrorail system. There are thousands of residences within walking distance of the Bethesda metro stop. Downtown Bethesda has many restaurants cafes, small markets, three farmers markets, schools, playgrounds, bike trails, high-end retail, a large bookstore (can you believe it??) trendy shops, outdoor musicians, two movie theaters (1 ‘indie’), a free ‘circulator’ bus, and many pedestrian-filled streets. Some other things to know about Bethesda might include the median household income of her residents (as of 2013, estimated at just over $149k), the percentage of residents who have graduate degrees (more than 50%), and the ratio of bars and liquor stores to libraries and gyms (I don’t know the answer to this, but I would bet it’s pretty even).
All of the abovementioned statistics and other bits of information about Bethesda are tangible and quantifiable. Naming the attributes of a place, however, is much more complex than a set of statistics, or even observable, tangible realities. Most obviously, a key aspect of any place is its culture. Attempting to describe Bethesda’s culture is a very big challenge, indeed. For an individual person who lives here, who wishes to understand the culture from within, it may be especially difficult without venturing outside of Bethesda to make some comparisons. For me, it only takes a quick trip to Silver Spring (on the other side of the metro line), or New York City (about 4 hours away), or my birthplace, Dayton, Ohio (8 hours by car), to get a good reminder of the culture, and ‘feel’ of Bethesda, Maryland.
Since I am neither an anthropologist, nor a humanistic geographer, I will not attempt an academic analysis regarding the culture of Bethesda. Nonetheless I can say that, empirically (or using a Phenomenological approach), Bethesda feels different from all of the abovementioned places. Bethesda feels much more vibrant than Dayton, Ohio. On the other hand, compared with Silver Spring, Bethesda feels a bit homogenous and stuffy. Compared with New York City, on the third hand, Bethesda feels sleepy. So we can see that comparison is a big help when attempting to fathom the overall character and ‘feel’ of a place.
Think of it this way: people don’t tend to notice that someone speaks with a particular accent, until that accent is different from the familiar norm. In fact, most of us probably think people where we live don’t even have an accent when we speak. I can recognize many accents, but I am clueless as to how anyone would ever be able to ‘place’ my own accent, until I go far enough away from where I live that I can hear the difference. Culture is similar, in that we tend not to have conscious awareness of the cultural norms we live in, until we step outside of those norms.
I have a couple of personal experiences that illustrate this point pretty clearly. The first took place at a holiday dinner table in Jerusalem, with good friends. I had known this family for many years, been present at the birth of their oldest daughter, and felt at ease in their home in every way. In fact, I felt like a member of the family myself. When we sat down to this special holiday dinner, I was delighted, relaxed, hungry and feeling at-home. The soup was delicious, and I wanted a bit of salt. I asked my hostess to please pass the salt. A dark silence fell over the room. There was no salt at the table. Apparently asking for salt was interpreted as an insinuation that the food was not well-prepared. My old friends, my hosts, were so deeply insulted (and ashamed for me for asking for salt) that they could not even tell me what was wrong for a long time. As hard as it is to believe, we became estranged for many months over this, and I don’t think they ever fully understood or forgave me, though we remained friends. I think of this incident as a painful example of cultural difference that is as subtle and slight as it is powerful and palpable.
The second experience to be shared here is a bit more complicated, as it relates to gender-based pestering in the street. As a feminist who grew up in the Midwestern U.S. in the 1970’s, my response to men and/or boys calling out to me in the street would be to look them in the eye and/or tell them, seriously and directly, to cut it out. This worked like a charm. Looking men in the eye and telling them to stop really did the trick (at least back then). The one thing I knew was that ignoring catcalls and turning my eyes to the ground would just egg them on. Ignoring them and ‘acting like the victim,’ apparently, made them feel empowered and they would begin to shout with increasing volume and vulgarity. So, I always faced them, and made it known that I wasn’t going to just ‘let it go.’
It was utterly shocking, then, to find myself in Jerusalem in the 1980’s, walking down the street, and when confronted by men and boys catcalling, my old reliable method of dealing with this type of harassment absolutely backfired. The more I gave these men eye contact and/or any verbal engagement at all, the more emboldened they became, making a literal sport out of keeping me talking to them. It took me a while to figure out that in Jerusalem, ignoring such ‘overtures’ was the best way to have these encounters come to a quick and easy end. These men were looking to engage me, and as long as I looked back and spoke to them, they were increasingly amused. Men in the street in the U.S. did not want to engage. They wanted to intimidate. By facing them, they could see that I was not intimidated and they would become disinterested. As a young American woman residing in the Middle East, this was a helpful cultural difference to observe, internalize and share with others. Upon sharing my observations with American friends, I received considerable gratitude in return!
There are many ways to think about culture, of course. The point, here, is that some of the most important and interesting aspects of culture are difficult to discern, especially from within. For me (and many others), one of the most impactful aspects of culture manifests in the relationship between people and how they view, and move through time. At first thought, most of us are familiar with the notion of ‘Jewish time,’ or ‘Argentinian time,’ or ‘Black time.’ I have heard all of these expressions used to describe various cultural norms of beginning events, or arriving at events, long after the stated time of commencement (this goes well beyond the concept of ‘fashionably late’). I once attended the wedding of a bride whose family was all from Argentina. The wedding was in Miami, Florida, scheduled to begin at 8pm. The guests all arrived and waited for the arrival of the bride and her family, who showed up at 9:30pm, with no conscious awareness that in the eyes of most of their guests, they were outrageously late!!
One of my favorite old jokes about Jews and ‘WASPS’ at group gatherings goes like this: “Wasps will leave a party without ever saying ‘goodbye.’ Jews, on the other hand, say ‘goodbye’ and never leave.” Get it?
It is a fresh experience to live within a culture where boundaries of time between people are unfamiliar. If nothing else, such experience can make one view one’s own habits in a very different way. For example, in the U.S., in my experience at least, people rarely – if ever – show up at another person’s house unannounced. To do so would be considered quite rude unless people know one another fairly intimately. In other places around the world, this is not the case at all. In Jerusalem, for example, people regularly visit other people unannounced, and are greeted with a cup of tea and an invitation to have a visit and some friendly conversation. This represents a radical difference in the way people move through daily life in a place, which translates into significant differences between places that cannot be quantified, but are nonetheless very real. It is important to note that I do not mean to suggest here that one cultural norm is superior to another. The point is that they are different, and there are positives and negatives to each. Feeling ‘at home’ in one culture or the other can be simply a matter of familiarity and habit, or it can become a matter of preference, or even conviction.
The following video link to Nellie McKay’s original hit, ‘Caribbean Time’ demonstrates this concept quite beautifully. If you listen closely to the lyrics, you can discern the view she articulates regarding the potential meaning and impact of geographies of time.
Enjoy, and PLEASE comment below!!