Friends, and I do regard you as friends. You are the ones that make the effort to keep up and I am the one that fails to make contact and responds only once in a while. I wish it weren't so.
Today, M arranged for an antiques chap to come and see some of the items that came from his ancestral home and see if he wanted to take any of it off our hands. I was out and when I got home he had it all on display ready and waiting for the visit.
I know, thought I. i can take a photo of this for 365 and out came the camera. First shot and I realised that the light from the window needed dealing with somehow. As I was pondering getting out the tripod and drawing down the blinds, the door bell went and I had lost my chance.
Mr 'Time after Time' was interested only in the two clocks, the oil lamp and the (hideous) crystal glass bedside lamp. The rest will now go to a charity shop to make room for the next lot of stuff that will be transferred from my ancestral home.
The process of clearing this latter home has many tales. The sort that one cries and screams about at the time, laughs hysterically over with friends and with a little inevitable exaggeration, bias and some good writing skills - would make a great book!
Slightly embarrassing to post this, but it is all I have for today so here it is. I hope to back fill on some of the lost slots soon.
It is such a hard thing to do, letting go of so many memories. Quite right to take a photo. Too often I find myself posting photos to impress others rather than what is important to me. Well done.
Its always hard ditching what has been so familiar to you growing up. It doesn't mean the same to others. I've got some sweet little cups and saucers that now seem more popular!
Some stuff could be fun treasures for others. My dad was an old fashion clock maker and has some neat collections. Some are antique but not much worth. It doesn't fit is this modern world I guess. It is more worth the memories I have. It is not an easy job!
It is a great shot of the stuff you are dealing with, wish you all the best.
I have recently read a book by Marcin Wiech, "Things I Didn't Throw". The narrator organizes the books and things left behind by the deceased mother. There is no sentimentality here, but tenderness, smile and an attempt to understand the fate of the closest person. It is a pity that this book is only in Polish.
It is a great shot of the stuff you are dealing with, wish you all the best.