I’m packing up my stories and taking them with me.
I’m moving from one side of town to the other, condensing a three bedroom house with lots of storage into a shared space so I am paring down my belongings. It’s a very slow process because each item requires a decision and because of all the memories that are evoked.
Everything that I own is passing through my fingers and bringing multiple layers of personal stories to mind. The kitchen table I use every day was the first piece of furniture my parents bought when they got married in 1942. The comfortable heavy wood chair in the living room was my father’s “Archie Bunker chair.” The drawing of mountains in Nepal from Jennifer Sargent’s thesis show. The candlesticks my grandmother brought on the boat from Hungary when she immigrated to America in 1910. The crooked ceramic bowl my son made in grade school. A large mixed media artwork I made from 720 slide mounts. Hundreds of photos, each one reminding me of the time it was taken and the story behind it.
If you want to remember some of your personal stories, look around your home and be inspired by the things that are important enough that you keep on packing and moving them to the next house.