but I miss her.
Before she moved, she gave me the best Christmas gift. It made me cry actually. It was a beautiful porcelain footed bowl, and inside was this...
a photo of my grandma and grandpa, dated May 1966.
I know that this was taken minutes before my grandfather boarded a boat to sail to Sicily. He was going on an extended trip to visit his uncles, cousins, and other family members he hadn't seen in years. I'm sure my grandmother was sad (and scared- "don't leave me with these kids!"), despite her lovely smile.
Rachel and I are "related" by virtue of the fact that her grandparents and my grandparents were the best of friends and housemates for years. We're not really cousins at all, but we grew up thinking we were (and as far as I'm concerned, we are.) She found this photo of my grandparents in her grandparents' old photo collection, and thought to give it to me. Perhaps it was Aunt Diana or Uncle Lou who took the photo?
She's moving back to the very same stomping grounds in which they all lived together, half a century ago. It's all so wonderful.
Old photos get me weird and bleary eyed. What? Who's cuttin' onions in here?
6 comments:
I love new discoveries of old things...
lisa, yes! that's it. it's like finding a piece of a puzzle you never thought youd find... love it.
i love old photos too. there's just something magical about capturing a moment like this. i'm glad she gave you the picture.
Lovely gift. Lovely friend. Lovely sentiment. I have to admit, when I saw the chicken feet I was looking for the bowl. No chicken footed bowl, though, huh?
thanks, laura... she's a good cousin.
sarah, i know... i realized that after i wrote about the other half of the gift. it's just been displayed in the chicken feet.
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