As so often happens, once I have proposed a weekend theme, my ability to put the simplest post together for it flees to Outer Mongolia, or maybe to the Arctic Circle.
However I had time, while shopping for numerous birthday presents and one wedding present, to think about the things handed down in our family.
I have a few, a teaspoon with my great aunt’s name engraved on the back. Oh how I had hoped for the matching serving spoons, but they, alas, were lost along the way.
A brass spirit level from my father’s fore bearers, as well as some woodworking tools from the same era. I am never quite sure what to do with them.
A Chinese kist or box from my great aunt. I remembered it as quite large, but when my father brought it to me it is well below knee height. Childhood proportions differ from adult ones, and i had sat on it often, admiring it as a child. When I drink lime juice and see it, I remember sitting in her room, on the kist, listening politely and answering embarrassing questions as she and her friends ( who all lived in the same boarding house ) had their evening drink together.
I have a carriage clock from the same source, but it came via my aunt who inherited it from her aunt. I remember it being in both of their homes.
I wonder if anything of mine will continue in the family? If anything does, I hope it is my tea pot. Sleek clean lines of Danish stainless steel.
The things we want after someone dies or is getting rid of when downscaling their lives, each wants something different, usually from specific happy memories. I wonder what their memories will be…