Memories flow past

Framed, they speak to a time when collections mattered. Now, with the treasures and debris of three generations colliding with plans for the future, the collections speak to a different opening or beginning. Two grandmothers and a mother, gasped, "Give me space - air - downsize". And now it is my turn.

L to R : postcards from a time living in Holland - illuminated manuscript bought at a flea market behind the Brussels cathedral - page from a John Calvin French Bible gifted by a librarian girlfriend - fathers lamp - fishing net ballast from our Carib field station - a stone cat that entered - and a painting of a novice of the black stole convent in Puebla - and a mahogony sugar chest from a time when sugar needed a key for safe keeping.

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