This has been a year of loss as well as a year of success. Today my family (all of us but the kids) worked on cleaning out my grandparents' house. We pulled everything out of the corner cupboard in the dining room and divvied it up. We did the same with the dishes, pots and pans, and other things from the kitchen, crocheted and embroidered textiles, and more.
It's funny (funny peculiar, rather than funny ha-ha) the things that connect us to memories. I have vivid memories of my grandmother in the kitchen. I also remember her telling me that one of the knobs on the stove was mine - I could turn that one all I wanted but couldn't touch the others. That particular knob controlled the lights. (She used that same line for all of us kids, too.) It was a great way to let us participate in the activity in the kitchen but at the same time keep us safe - especially with a gas stove. I took a picture of the stove today - and a closeup of the knob. I figure I'll do a scrapbook page with it.
We've been dividing up the furniture, too, and I now have my grandmother's cedar chest. (I have my paternal grandmother's cedar chest, too.) It's hard to see things leaving that house - that's the only house that's been in my life my whole life. I'm thankful, though, for the love and memories that are there - and for the family that could gather together to do this and not fight over anything. While it is difficult to see the house emptying out, it is neat to see the things (and love and memories) spreading out through the states that we all live in.
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