We are having a hard time sorting through my Mother’s things at the moment. She won’t be returning home, so we have had to make the decision to sell the property to pay for her care. Everything we have touched has brought back memories. Sadly we don’t have time to dwell on them at the moment, but these items are being preserved so that we can all reminisce another time.
It’s surprising what you remember, and it’s amazing how one item can be associated with different generations. Of all the items in the house, some of which were quite valuable, the one that my daughter wanted was probably the one with least value. It is a print of a painting in a cheap gold frame. The signature is practically unreadable
and I would love to know more about the original painting.
When I was a child it hung in my parents bedroom. It moved with us to two further properties, and after I married and left home it moved again with my parents – to two further abodes. It was part of my early bed-time routine. Carried from room to room I would say ‘Goodnight’ to a series of familiar artefacts, this picture was the end of the ‘tour’
He has certainly seen better days, but my daughter too remembers her stays with Grandma, and how she too was taken gently to bed, and always with a final