Thursday, April 11, 2013
A little bank shaped like a treasure chest. I so wanted a little sister. One day Daddy said little sisters cost $100. I had the little bank and I vowed to save up that money to get a little sister. (I did eventually get her, but I imagine she cost a lot more than $100.)
My family history in hats, from my grandmother to my granddaughter. They hang on a hat rack in my entry hall. And especially my father's hat, the last one he was wearing when he went to the hospital before he died.
Two necklaces: my travel necklace with a gold charm for each state or country I've visited and my writing necklace with a silver charm for each book or essay I've published.
A memory box given to me by my cousin after my husband died. In it are his pen that, being a geek, he always kept in his pocket; a can of Fancy Feast in a flavor his beloved cat Hal preferred; his turkey recipe (He always cooked our Thanksgiving turkey; a tiny penguin, reminder of our trip to Antarctica; a letter from our granddaughter to her Popo.
A needlepoint of the house I grew up in, done by my friend Lynn
Shells from a trip to Sanibel Island
A small box of my children's baby clothes
I could probably list a hundred more things I can't part with...maybe I won't downsize after all.
Posted by thelmaz at 8:40 PM