Tuesday
Dec272005
SPT 12/27
A reunion.
On Christmas, I opened a box that held this framed photograph.
A gift from my father.
A window to the past.
Two people I never knew who helped to create me.
A woman my father loved dearly. His grandmother.
Before she died, she knew my mother was pregnant with me.
She said not being able to meet me was going to be one of her regrets.
The cup is from her Fostoria collection that was given to me by my grandmother, her daughter.
I know her through these dishes and glasses that fill my china cupboard.
Now, I put a face with the feeling.
And even though we did not meet face to face, we can meet in the melding of energy from past and present.
We can meet in the love that is passed from her to my father to me.
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liz lamoreux
Reader Comments (11)
Beautiful. Isn't a gift to be given part of the past, to know where you come from and to feel that connection? It's part of your legacy that stretches back with deep roots. I love that. They say your female ancestors walk behind you on the left...she is always present.
this is absolutely wonderful. thank you so much for sharing. coming from a patchwork home with relatives everywhere and nowhere, I think it is really wonderful that you can bond with your great grandmother like that.
Very pretty and also timely with the holidays. Thank you for sharing.
Lovely self-portrait and one with so much meaning.
wow, that's intense!
This is absolutely gorgeous! I love this picture and story with it. I love looking at old family photographs, thinking about where I came from, how love made me, how love makes all of us. It's so amazing to have those deep rooted bonds of family. This is so, so, so wonderful!
That is beautiful hon! I love it and tying it into the past!
What a wonderful spt. I love the way it represents how you reflect a piece of your past--or how a piece of your past is reflected in you. Great job.
what a great gift
and an interesting story behind...
:)
i love this liz. what a special and incredible gift. i have photographs from my dad too of both his grandmothers (i never met either of them) and its so surreal to look at their unfamilar faces and yet feel like they are familar because i'm a part of them.
That is so lovely and poignant.