May 21, 2017

History belonging to a stranger....

We just purchased a home built in the 70s. It was left as part of an inheritance to a person who lives out of state. From the moment I walked into that home, it felt perfect for my family. Sadly, belongings of the previous owner were left behind. Today, in a vintage trunk, left in a weathered storage shed, I found baby booties, letters and cards from as far back as 1947, and many other memories families often cherish. I'd like ideas for displaying (and honoring) a collection of these.



I found 8 and 10 ¢ stamps on many letters. 



Does anyone know how to find the family of people who may have already passed? I've been going through the belongings left in this home we purchased and there are so many sentimental memories left behind. It breaks my heart to know there may be a child or grandchild without them. Any ideas are welcome!


Someone else's history. 

 #FirstHomeReno  #FrenchCountryFuture #UncoveringSouthRidge

March 19, 2017

Snow and family


Spring break in one digit temperatures and continuous snowfall may not sound exactly like the springtime thing to do, but my family has never been traditional. We love what we love and we enjoy traveling, even when it isn't typical. Actually, we may like that part even more. 

We enjoyed every bit of the freezing snowball fights, layered clothing, wearing parkas while friends were dawning swimwear across the country, and even tromping the lonely island of Mackinac because most people schedule their visits after May. 

The final night, as we all snuggled up, as comfortable as possible and recounted our eight day journey, my heart felt full. 

We were warm.


January 30, 2017

Driving

My mom's car accident is not my son's burden, yet I cannot breathe
Sitting in the backseat, pushing down the tears and I cannot catch my breath

My anxiety rises and I have no desire to allow myself to be overtaken
This cannot consume me
Yet, here I am struggling for a breath

one....two....three....breathe....

The burden of my anxiety is not my child's
My mother's accident is my history, not his