Two rounded glass, oak, china cabinets graced the living space of the condo. Today's task was to empty them. "What's the story on this?" asked, as one held up an object. For some I could answer, for others a vague "gift from someone" was the reply. Were Joanne here she could have filled in many of the missing bits of information. That would have been a mixed blessing; interesting to know more, yet complicating by attaching more connection to the object.
Some will go with me to the old folks home. Storage is the fate of some heirloom pieces, for example, my grandfather's mustache cup. Some were claimed by Lisa and Lars. Pictures of some items will be circulated among the extended family free for their asking. Other things will go to the thrift store, and a few things will be tossed. 😞 The china cabinet from Joanne's grandma found a home...and moved... to Lars' house. The other rounded, glass, china cabinet still needs a new home as do several other pieces of furniture.
While it was emotional sorting through those cabinets mostly I feel a sense of relief. As previously remarked, 'everything we own, also owns us'. It certainly is hard work.
Takk for alt,
Al
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