Thursday, September 16, 2010

Where I Go, They Go

Late post today. This moving business is wearing me out! Not enough hours in the day.

A friend of mine asked why I keep moving the same stuff from one place to another. (This from a woman who has never moved since she was married 45 years ago.) I explained that I have narrowed down out of necessity moving from a 2500 sq ft house to an apartment. Now I have my treasures. Where I go, they go.

So what are those treasures? Well, many of them sat in the house back the lane on Neff Road. The two chairs that my parents received as a wedding present, my grandmother's pink, Depression glass, my other grandmother's copper lustre pitcher. Memories. Memories are what I now take with me. Memories of my family, my children, my grandchildren.

My mother never kept any of the things her children cherished. She gave our things to other people, other children. However, we did have a room full of fabric and plastic containers. Thank goodness Mom and Dad didn't move.

My son and his new bride asked to take my saddle. Lisa wants to restore it.

Memories move with us, and sometimes we pass them on.

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