PHOTO: THE TORTOISE & THE HARE
I am feeling a little overwhelmed, but that seems to be my general state of being so I've decided to just start going with it and do my best. What else can anyone expect? After spending a mad week at my Grandmother's in Rock Island, Illinois cleaning out the house, all of the items I decided to keep arrived this past weekend here in New York. I had hoped to have a house by the time we got the stuff, but that's still pending. So, into storage everything went. What I wanted to share with you is the incredible relief mingled with sadness and grief I felt after the trip ended. Going through the house was like peeling back layers of an onion, and I most certainly could have spent many more days, weeks, even years sorting and sifting. In a way, it was a blessing that I only had five days to complete the task. Here are a few of the items I decided to keep:
1. The canopy bed that was my mother's and then mine, and now will be my daughter's.
2. A complete set of Royal Copenhagen vintage china.
3. Paul Revere cookware which I know is really old school, but I like to use it because it's what I learned to cook with.
4. All of the vintage clothes I could get my mitts on.
5. Every photo, letter, and family document I could find.
6. My mother's interior design folders--with her ideas, clippings, etc.
7. Several other family heirlooms that have more sentimental value than their material worth.
I would recommend this experience to anyone who has a chance to help unravel a loved one's physical presence after they are gone. I gained insight, had a few laughs, and most of all closed the book on a big chapter in my life. Having grown up around death for my entire life (my grandparent's were Funeral Directors)...I think I've always had a highly-developed sense of how important it is to live life to the fullest. But even when we are aware, the weight of our past can keep us from really soaring. But now I'm ready to fly--I even have my cape on--so let's go!