The Cornflake King and Handmade Lace – Part 3

History speaks loudly through those items which remain. Echoes sound in the worn-smooth handle of the coffee grinder, and in the yellowed folds of the blouse with tiny pin-tucks down the front.  Cast your gaze on letters and greeting cards tucked into the stained fabric-covered box. A faint fug of dust rises as the lid is lifted away, and there lies the treasure of years.  Some notes are slipped into envelopes; some simply lie between the carefully laid leaves of others.  The encounter with the program from a show mentioned in the Line-a-Day diary brings tremors of connection. More tremors come as more layers are revealed.

What is the fascination with another’s keepsakes, so carefully preserved? Each is a snapshot, a patch in the quilt of story, of history.  Together, pieces stitched begin to form narrative, and my fascination grows.  Fascination with one person extends now to a time period, and to events of the times. Influenza epidemic. World War I. Great Depression. Where will the journey lead?

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About vst3in

I am a writer, avid reader, library techie, birder and runner. I make felt and teach others. I love colors and textures and birds and books. I'm working on a historical novel and reading lots of books for young people. I am running to get stronger, and I sail with my husband. This blog contains thoughts about all these things.
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