Objects of Affection

I purchased A Book of Good Stories at the Women In Need shop in Forest Lawn for one dollar, a few weeks back. In the front, an inscription was written in that absolutely beautiful script taught between the 1930s and the 1960s. The name that appears inside the front cover is that of Hillaria Paul.

I am looking to return this book to the family. It was used as a text book in both Manitoba and Saskatchewan. I know that the ‘stuff’ of our lives sort of accumulates and then we spend what seems a life time, getting rid of it. I know that I’d give anything to own an old book that, once, one of my grandparents held and read. Perhaps some one in Hilaria’s family will want this.

I’m lugging a big box of paper out to the recycle bin. It always feels good to do the ‘big sort’ and eliminate some of that stack!

I found a few gems though…I’m not going to say much about it.

In looking at these photographs, I can see why I got a C in photography. I never really ‘got’ the idea of producing a body of work on a theme. I chose something like death to resurrection, rather than ‘blossoms’. Do you get what I’m saying? Who would ever be able to understand that? I’ll post those photographs (yes, I’m keeping them) one day and we’ll see if any of my readers can figure out what I was trying to convey. I’m sitting here, laughing.

These three little sketches created a bit of nostalgia in me, though. The drawings on the cupboard, created in Pauline’s drawing class. I MADE THAT MACRAME! The objects in silhouette, all remind me of some place, some one or a special experience. The sheep area rug came from my Grandfather’s woolen mill. Anyway, it is what it is. These three photographs ended up in the ‘keeper’ pile.