For me that's my brick home in a small town in North Carolina. I happen to think it's one of the most beautiful states in the USA, naturally. The house was my father's last gift to me, really, because I bought it with the money he left me. My brother and sister-in-law and their son, Colin, live right next door and my other sisters, except Kim, live in neighoring small towns.
I love my little house and the small town where I live. When my father passed on and my mother moved to a small apartment in a retirement home, I wanted something of them with me always. My parents took many trips, both in the US and abroad and brought back beautiful art glass and other mementos. Some of course, my mother took with her to her new place, but many of the others and the old familiar furniture from our lives with them we divided among we six children. When my mother visits, she always looks and says, "Oh, yes, I remember when we were there and the little shop we visited". I realize that inanimate objects are only that and don't make a family, but the memories associated with them are dear to us. |
