being different made me rich
Posted by iknowyouknowmyheart
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.
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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