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| Winslow Homer, “Home, Sweet Home,” about 1863. National Gallery of Art, Washington. Public domain. |
Start in the foreground. Two Union soldiers sit by a smoking fire, in front of a rain-soaked tent. A tin plate holds hard army biscuits.
Now look past them. In the distance, a regimental band is playing, its brass catching the light. The tune is the one in the title.
“Home, Sweet Home” was written in 1823 by the American actor and playwright John Howard Payne, and soldiers on both sides of the Civil War loved it.
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“Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home.”
John Howard Payne, “Home, Sweet Home,” 1823
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Homer showed the picture in New York in the spring of 1863, at the annual exhibition of the National Academy of Design. Critics praised its honesty. In 1918, it sold for $350… and in 1997 it entered the National Gallery of Art in Washington.
In that war, the feeling it shows was a real diagnosis. The Union army’s official medical records list 5,213 cases of nostalgia among white soldiers, with 58 deaths, and 334 cases with 16 deaths among Black soldiers. Some officers reportedly stopped their bands from playing “Home, Sweet Home” at all.
By the First World War, the diagnosis had almost vanished. Its suffering was folded into a new term, “shell shock.”
And slowly the word itself changed shape. Hofer’s nostalgia was a longing for a place, and you could cure it with a journey. Ours is a longing for a time, and there is no road back to it.
In 2001, the Russian-American scholar Svetlana Boym drew a useful line through the feeling. Restorative nostalgia, she wrote, wants to rebuild the lost home exactly as it was. Reflective nostalgia lingers on the longing itself, and knows the past cannot return.
I understand the second kind better every year. Not long ago, a stranger passed me in an airport wearing my late father’s aftershave. Suddenly I stood still in the middle of the crowd for a full minute. Going back was never the wish… what I wanted was to stay in that minute a little longer.
If you would like to see Hofer’s original 1688 dissertation, the Wellcome Collection in London has scanned every page: Dissertatio medica de nostalgia →
Hofer believed the only cure was to go home. We still try… with old songs, old photographs, and paintings of two soldiers listening to a band.
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