Saturday, April 9, 2016
When I was sorting out saved stuff in my closet, I came across several items loosely wrapped in a piece of tissue paper, itself saved from a long ago gift. I held the bits and pieces in my hand and realized they made a collage, a portrayal of my emotions and mixed feelings about leaving this home and this part of my life. There were pieces of a lovely painted glass globe a friend gave us many years ago that was a tiny painting of the lovely old East Texas Victorian house we bought and moved to for a far too short time. During the months we were there, I researched and wrote the history of the place, submitted it to the historical society, and received a State historical marker - not for me, for the house. In a later time, the pretty piece was knocked from its stand, leaving only shattered pieces which I kept.
There were some pieces of filigree silver jewelry from our time in Indonesia, all tarnished and worn. There was a tiny safety pin with beads strung on it, one of the many "friendship pins" that our youngest son and his friend exchanged in first grade, when we lived in yet another place. And there was a piece of foil where that same son had written "To Mom, Love Ben." I do not remember what it was attached to, but I kept the crumpled paper with his writing during his college days. All these were folded in the wrinkled tissue printed with the name of shop where it was used to wrap a purchase: Things Remembered. I decided I would keep my little packet but I really do not need these reminders. They are indeed, "Things Remembered."
Thursday, May 9, 2013
In 1963, a bank of magnolia leaves was the only floral decoration at our December wedding. Many years and many places later, I stood by a Magnolia tree in the gardens of a sultan's palace in Bogor, Indonesia, and wondered if its twisted trunk and sprawling branches flowered. Now, once again, my yard fills with the fragrance of Magnolias in Spring. They seem to grow sweeter each year.