Thursday, March 7, 2013
In a nostalgic mood, I've been scanning old family photos for my older sister, and remembered I still have her baby shoes...and my little once-fuzzy bunny slippers, ratty though they are, now.
Her shoes are soft black leather, stitched and mended, and incredibly cute...you can tell from the shoe buttons that she's older than I am, and I'm no baby!
Recently, on our trip to California--and BEFORE the TSA changed the rules again this week!--I'd forgotten my dad's pocketknife was in my purse, and it was nearly confiscated. Happily, I was able to get out of line, mail it to myself, and get back in line before our flight...but it took three weeks for the knife to come back home.
So in the meantime, J. offered me his grandfather Ruckman's knife--the tiny green one--and when I was nervous about losing it, bought me a new Swiss Army knife from L.L.Bean. I am now pocketknife rich, and "Rule 9" is satisfied!
I would have hated to lose dad's knife...
I love this way of paying respects to family treasures. I don't own many, but I've sketched my grandfather's magnifying glass before, and Joseph's bronzed baby shoes. I need to do my teething ring, too. It makes us look more carefully at our lives and our history...
And in case you missed it, DO check out Alissa Duke's recent post on her family history project!
I recently sketched something that wasn't really a family treasure, but something it was difficult to get rid of, anyway. But I'm on a Discardia kick, and simplifying my life...sketching it let me pass it on while still "having" it.
So what's meaningful to you? What would you like to preserve in this way?