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| "Eye" taken on a Lumix Camera, edited in Google Chrome By S. Clark |
I knew Grandma Jones only for the last two years of her life, when she was severely disabled by a neurological disease. She could barely speak and the last word I ever heard her say was "darling" when she first met my daughter. Grandma Jones passed away three months after her great-granddaughter was born. My husband was her only grandson and I like to think that she stayed with us until he had a family and she was certain he would be okay.
I am drawn to the belongings of my husband's grandparents and my grandparents. I have little things scattered here and there; a harmonica, a pocket watch, a recipe box. Simple things that wouldn't be worth much if I tried to sell them. They remind me of a different time, when we moved at a slower pace and had less things competing for our attention. These belongings keep me rooted in what is important. I believe my grandparents and my husband's grandparents left a legacy of love. It is my hope that I do the same. This little sewing basket and its companions lead the way.
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