I have always been attracted to things from the past, whether they were stories, photos, keepsakes, or clothing. As a child, I loved to look through my maternal grandmother’s hat collection, my paternal grandmother’s piles of old newspapers and magazines or my mother’s jewelery box. I’d often ask my mom, “where did you get this?”, hoping for a story to go with the object. My paternal Grandfather would sometimes tell stories, but his delivery was so slow that I would often be the only person left listening at the end. One by one people would get up and leave the table as he rubbed his head and ran his fingers through his hair. He did this between every sentence as though composing the next one was truly a labour. I wish I could remember more of his stories now, they were always so interesting, but as a kid I would loose my place in the flow of it with all those big pauses in between!
I recently realized that I have become a storyteller myself. My stories take many forms, written, oral, or visual. I have years worth of objects, photos and stories that I have been saving. This project I have started called saved is an opportunity to share my collection with others. Here are three items to get the collection started.
This is a rare photo of my Grandmother wearing pants . I never saw her wear pants in my entire lifetime. My father is in the background, holding the hammer.
This is a letter dated 1978 to me. It was the first award I ever won for my artwork. The prize was $5.00 and was donated by Robert Guest.
Okay, this is the final piece for today. It is a letter from my brother, typed to his grandparents in 1979. I love his spelling and some of the subject matter he his writing about! It makes me laugh every time I read it!