this title from a post on Olive TreeGenealogy by Lorine McGinnis Schulze because her post describes my feelings as
well. Owning objects that were a part of a person’s life does seem to me like
owning a piece of that life. I have very
few such objects – all extremely precious to me.
I have my Dad’s rosary. My parents were devout Catholics who prayed the rosary daily. It’s not just something that belonged to him; it is something that was important to him that he used every day.
A small diamond that my Dad gave to my Mom represents their love and devotion to one another. It is more precious to me than its monetary value.
I have my Aunt Martha’s First Communion prayer book - in Polish. It was not merely a token of that occasion, but something she used often enough that the spine is repaired with adhesive tape. She was a delightful woman full of spunk and spirit.
There are a few more items in my treasure chest - all equally cherished.
Photographs are great, but I love having something tangible to reinforce the memories and reality of their lives