I noticed that lately I have been writing posts about people and things that are very sentimental. As I get older, it seems I am getting more sentimental. I am getting soft in my old age! I was thinking recently about the picture that used to hang in my grandmother's dining room. For the life of me I could not remember what that painting was of. I racked my brain and could come up with nothing. I was going through some papers and found some old pictures and a few were of my family in the dining room. Ah ha! It was a field and an older boy walking holding a younger boys hand. I nearly cried when I found that picture. It's as if someone gave me a gift. I can't explain why, but I am so glad I have that memory back intact. I will never again set foot in that house. I spent most of my life there and I can close my eyes and tell you exactly how I remember it. So many of the details are sharp in my mind. But not remembering that painting bothered me. Now I have it back.
It's funny how a little detail like that can nag at you. I'm happy you discovered what it was. Old familiar things are comforting.
ReplyDeleteI want to see that picture. We can try to see if we can find a copy of it somewhere for you.
ReplyDeleteI like to think about the old apartment i grew up in. It was so big in my memory but i know that was not the case as I am now older. I am glad you got your memory of it back.
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to a new post.
ReplyDeleteWait no further! I put up a post on "the picture!" I finally scanned it. I also put up a bonus post related to it.
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