Memories.

This afternoon, I went out to my grandpa's old house to help clean up before the estate sale in March. It was an eventful day....

Up until I was fifteen years old, I was the only granddaughter on that side of my family. Sadly enough though, my grandma died when I was a baby, so I have no recollections at all of her. However, I have been told all of my life that I am "definitely Ann's granddaughter". I don't really even know what that means, but I like to think that means I'm a little bit like her. :)

Since I have no memories of my granny, I had decided that as they were cleaning the house out that I really wanted something...anything...that could help me connect with my past. Even if I didn't actually remember HER, I wanted something to remember her by. Back before Christmas, I found these wonderful dishes in the kitchen, they are grayish white and blue...nothing I would normally pic out in a thousand years, and yet...utterly beautiful. Tonight I packed up those dishes and got to bring them home with me. I could hardly keep from tearing up a little as I wrapped these precious pieces of (well) worn history into their box for safe keeping.

They are, at this moment, my most prized possession.

A treasured link to the memories I never got to have.


:)