Memorabilia

We eat quickly, and Cléo lingers in the dining room to chat with Gram before taking the bus to school.

But I choose to go and walk around the house. There are so many things to see! All the family pictures, some of them – most of them – of people I’ve never seen. I try to piece together who they might be, like an enigma that gets harder with time.

And the objects and the crafts, things that you can tell were painted by a toddler (Mom? Grandma Aileen?), some where it’s obvious the artist had acquired a bit more skill… And now it’s up to you to decipher the wobbly signatures – if there is any.

Gram has Halloween candy inside as well, on a table where I suspect she usually keeps more relics. Above it, memories from a day at the beach, and a Halloween paty from decades ago.

And it continues all the way to the living room.

A huge family photo from a long gone Christmas and masterpieces Gram painted when my grandmother was a child.

So many things I’ll ever only be able to hear about.

The good thing is, I know exactly who could teach me about it all!