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A recently posted bulletin - from a fellow Cornish class mate - asked the question "what does place mean to you?". As an interiors major I felt fully entitled and completly qualified (in all my academic glory) to answer this question. Place, to me, implies a physical and or emotional connection to space..... I've added a few albums to my pics link. They are a documentation of one of the most important places in my life and the live's of my family. It's my grandparent's home. There was a time when this place, through my grammpy's labor, provided both food and shelter for the Packard family. It was a property zoned by gender and the tasks that coincide with our societal rolls. My grampy, with the green thumb, dedicated most of the back yard to the chickens and his garden (enabling him to povide for eight children and nine grandchildren). A small fraction of the yard was dedicated to the clothes line where, over the span of two generations my grammy has worn a spot in the grass, hanging linens to be sundired. The most primative of human instincts and human tasks evolved to become a part of the the landscape of this space. Though my grammpy has passed and my grammy grows less capeable of maintaining a large property, I do believe that even to this day the hunter/gatherer as well as the nurturer have left a legacy at 41 Pembroke street. My grandfather's bird houses still stand, and continue to contruibute to the survival of the eco system. My grandmother's faith, and the iconography associated with it, has replaced the chatter of children within the walls of the house. Though the clothes line is not back up yet (the septic tank was replaced and the back yard was completely ripped up) it will be soon - and my grammy will maintain her roll with in the Packard landscape just as she always has.