being different made me rich

buttons

half finished quilts

paintings

Collogue starring rhododendrons

post cards from friends in Esperanto

soft white undershirts

my pink plastic suitcase full of construction paper turtles and 8 yr. olde vignettes

fabric scraps

embroidered hankies

handmade jewelry box

boy scout silver beaver award

a collection of pictures taken of people when they first woke up

Santa carved in a pencil

set of kids table and chairs made from one piece of plywood 50 years ago

woven stool

Calvin and Hobbes comics

tea set

English to Spanish dictionary

English to German dictionary

English to Turkish dictionary

Bird books

Mammal books

Picture dictionaries

Mug

Glasses

Jars

Jokes

Memories

Costume jewelry

Highlighted bibles and books of Mormon

John Candy VHS tapes

Sewing needles

Snaps

Greeting cards

Letters

Canned food

Bullets

Paint

Drawers and drawers and drawers of pens

Bird paintings

Deer paintings

Hippo carvings

Bird carvings

Sailors

Priests

Cowboys

Travelers

Lovers

Runners

Teachers

Musicians

Soldiers

Singers

Seamstresses

Fallen women

Nancy boys

The true story of what happened to my grandparents and their siblings was not inside of the piano that everyone wanted or the engagement ring that forced brothers to stop speaking to one another. The true story was in the piles leftover for Goodwill and the Dump. The piles the scavenger took when the predators had dispersed.

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About iknowyouknowmyheart

Ever Tried. Ever Failed. No Matter. Try Again, Fail Again, Fail Better -Beckett Here I am right over there, running into opportunities to stop running and hoping they keep my scent until my prayers are answered and I am brave enough to slow down.

Posted on January 23, 2013, in friends, inheritance, love, true stories. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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