Now when I look at all of my collections of things I wonder if I have a problem....
But then I defend myself. That display of old cameras, most of which were picked up for cheap at yard sales? My grandfather's camera rests among them, and every time I look at his camera it brings me back. I can see him in his work clothes, carefully aiming it at me, with a smile on his face, and being temporarily blinded when the big bulb flashed. And every once in a while he would even agree to be in a picture.
This mish mash of objects displayed in an old printer drawer? The dice remind me of playing Yahtzee with my grandmother, on holiday afternoons, cigarette smoke encircling the room and coffee cups clanging, and her laughter, always laughter.
In the summer, when I put up displays of camping supplies and old fishing reels, I will also display the picture of my great grandfather, who was a fishing guide on Lake Bemidji. And I will think of countless fishing trips with my dad, and the wonderful memories they hold.
(That's George Port on the left, my dad's maternal grandfather.)
I have a card posted on my fridge that says "Old things connect us to our past, and for this reason alone, are worth saving." Indeed.
Oh how beautiful. We need more pictures of us drinking wine and laughing. xoxo
ReplyDeleteOh! I Love this! All the photos were So fun for me to see, especially you & Grandpa Don. He's looking at you so lovingly. Keep everything! What memories. :o)
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