Author: angiem, 10 06th, 2009

Sometimes when I glance around my curio cabinet of a house, my thoughts inevitably stray to my mom and how difficult it must have been for her to up and leave, not just her sisters and friends, but her home, the home she had known since infancy. I look through my collections, and while they are hardly of the expensive variety, they are priceless to me.

There’s that entire row of my journals from my mid teens on. Then there are boxes of china, some chipped here and there, and silverware picked up at fleamarkets. Paintings by unknown artists picked up on our travels, old books, love letters and cards between hubby and I, and mirrors that have witnessed somebody else’s story as well. And then there’s the stuff I cannot imagine not passing on to my daughter: linen embroidered by my grandmother, rugs woven by my great-grandmother, fragile lace made by aunts and great-aunts, my grandmother’s hymnal in which she writes in her schoolgirl text: “Lord have mercy on me, a sinner”. How many times have I run my finger over the faded letters and wondered what sort of sins a twelve year old could have committed?

I imagine having a suitcase per family member. What would I stuff it with? Would it be filled with daily necessities, or sentimental frivolities? My mom did not worry too much about the necessities. After all, we were coming to a land of plenty. She filled our suitcases with linen and quilts and paintings and books. She filled them to capacity with our history.

What would be in your suitcase?


8 Responses to “treasure”

  1. Jena Says:

    Mementos of family vacations and things my kids gave me when they were little. Some jewelry inherited from my mother. I can well imagine how hard it must have been for your mom.

  2. Carol @ thewritersporch Says:

    LOVE this post!

  3. audrey Says:

    i really enjoy reading about your family history and connections. i feel as if this love and sharing that comes down the line of your family tree somehow blesses the persons that you come in contact with.

    it’s really special that your family as well as the special belongings of your family continue to enrich your heart and your days.

    your mom is courageous and took a great risk. it seems as if it was all worth it. enjoy!

    p.s. when moving to a new country and home i think i will bring books and photos… (now we can bring our computers to stay connected with our blog friends;)

  4. Susan Mills Says:

    Mementos, definitely mementos. You can replace necessities, but you can’t replace memories.

  5. Stephanie Faris Says:

    Photos, letters, that sort of thing. Those are the things you can’t replace. Everything else can be replaced. Luckily all my manuscripts fit on one tiny jump drive that I take everywhere with me, so I wouldn’t have to worry about that!

  6. angiem Says:

    I agree that memories are irreplaceable.

    And Stephanie, what a great idea to store your manuscripts.

  7. French Fancy Says:

    Your house sounds like my house. My parents were also obsessive collectors and I’ve got three cabinets full of their curios - some valuable and some just sentimental.

    In my suitcase I would put (doesn’t that sound like one of those memory games) -the photo albums that my dad lovingly made, all the presents given to me by my darling husband and then my favourite old books.

    Thanks for popping over to see me. You have a lovely place here and I shall be back

  8. Ruth Says:

    My collection include cards and letters between family, friends, and my husband, drawings and colored pages from siblings, photos, especially the older photos of my young dad…including one with him, your mom, and you in San Francisco. I have my grandma’s birth certificate, Domnica Achim, which I hope to frame one day. Everything else is not as priceless because they are purchases and not given items, but they include books and some vintage pieces I’ve bought. Thanks for this lovely post.

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