Objects
often have memories attached to them. I have an old blouse of my
mother's I wear when I'm thinking about her, a mixing bowl I got from a
friend which never fails to remind me of her. So many mundane treasures
that someone might ask, "Why does she keep this old stuff around?"
But this little kaleidoscope
holds very special meaning. In 2005, my girlfriend and I met in Pass
Christian and stayed in a lovely bed and breakfast across the highway
from the beach. We ate at a restaurant where they served the lightest
most exquisite blueberry pancakes I'd ever eaten.
We
attended at craft fair in Bay St. Louis a couple miles down the road
where I purchased the kaleidoscope and visited a darling little book
store with rooms for different genres, including a children's room and a
kitchen full of cookbooks. It was wonderful. Our last night there we
drove along the coast road taking pictures of some of the B&Bs, one
in particular, we sat outside looking into the wall of front windows at
the couples having wine and laughing, with not a care in the world.
Two
months later it was all wiped away. Everything but the memories and the
gratitude that we were able to share so many good times in that area
before Katrina.
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Do you have things that hold special memories for you? It's hard to let them go, isn't it?
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