At my house we have a couple things from my Meme’s house (she had passed away a couple years ago). These items that we have are a couple of chests and a stuffed bear. But these items are not just some objects that have no meaning. Even though those objects weren’t directly involved they bring back memories of her. I remember going over to stay with her, and we would always watch soaps together and I would eat saltine crackers all day. I would lug wood into her house for the stove, which she always had going. There was never a time that that house was not 90 degrees or hotter. She had kept tons of coloring books there and all of us kids would color in them and write our names so she knew who had colored them. These items do not make me sad though, they remind me of all the good times that we all had together.
I wish you'd focused on a single thing and dug deeper instead of laying out a range of items, but I do very much like how you transition from an thing to writing about your grandmother.
ReplyDeleteThis quoted material is really excellent: "we would always watch soaps together and I would eat saltine crackers all day. I would lug wood into her house for the stove, which she always had going. There was never a time that that house was not 90 degrees or hotter. She had kept tons of coloring books there and all of us kids would color in them and write our names so she knew who had colored them."