These beautiful suitcases contain a myriad of family memories. I feel privileged to own them, and pay tribute to my dear little Mum, who treasured them herself all these years.
I have always had them in the back of my awareness, part of my childhood's fabric. I peered into them when I was much younger, but in recent years, as she declined, it seemed an intrusion on her privacy, so fragile she was, yet enduring.
I wept with relief to find them intact, such poignant things
There are sad things, to do with my father's death, but also happy things like this!
|The Beatles circa 1964 - by me - aged 3!|
And wonderful things like Mum's diaries kept during the war 1940-1947.
I am almost afraid to read them - she is still so close.