Friday, June 4, 2010

And now, they are mine.

I took a few things from my Granny's house back with me to DC.  A few knick-knacks, photographs, small things.  I took her dishes; her cookware.  I'm teaching myself to cook, and I like using her things.

I also took her dish towels.  I tossed them in with my laundry, and took them out this afternoon to fold. 

I was struck, as I folded all my towels into a neat pile, how interchangable and how quickly little remnants of our lives get handed around to each other.  For example, see this pile below.  Let's start at the bottom, shall we?



 The brown towel was originally for the bathroom, in a house I shared with my roommate Lindsey a few years ago.  She bought it, and somehow I ended up with it.  The year before we lived in that house, we lived with another roommate, Laura.  That red towel?  Laura's.  The one above it, with the birdhouse pattern, is my mothers, which she wrapped some ice into for my split lip and sent me home with it, when my nephew clocked me with a baseball.  The towels above it?  All Granny's.

Not one of these items in my drawer were bought by me --not one of them.  My friend came over the other day wearing my socks.  She remarked that she liked them, and wasn't going to give them back. Most of the t-shirts in my drawer from college were never mine originally.

These things that are so small.  And yet, all these pieces of my life have taken shape in cotton rectangles, and ended up tucked away in a drawer.  Brought out by me to wipe up spills and messes, much like their original owners, all of whom I still lean on almost daily to help me clean up whatever mess I'm in.

My thoughts are still, today, and the anxiety of yesterday and last week are easing.  I slept for a long, long time last night and today was good.  I spent it taking care of me, and taking care of others from afar, and I walked alot.  I breathed in the steamy air and remembered that no matter what, the coolness and clarity of fall always comes back again.

I'm thinking of cool air, and sweet memories of last weekend, tonight.



My neice and I

And a brand-new Three Year Old boy.

5 comments:

Ms. Moon said...

I use my grandmother's Revere Ware every day of my life. Also her tablecloths. And she's been dead since, oh hell. I have no idea. A long, long time.

Kori said...

This has to be one of the best posts I have read in a long time, and believe me, I read waaaay too many blogs. :) I just loved this, and thank you for holding me up these last few days.

Maggie May said...

you are too adorable. so pretty!

Allegra Smith said...

This is so much more comforting than your last post, sigh. I was really worried that you were alone up there in DC but now knowing that you have yourself by the hand and that it was only "the tires" speaking and the pain of losing your Grandmother, I know you will be alright.

I hope you have a nice weekend and get a chance to have some fun. Love from both of us.

Bethany said...

So glad you have your granny's cookware and towels. Love that pile and the stories, the layers. Sweet.