My grandmother recently passed and the things I wanted most were her African toy doll that she'd decked out in racially insensitive clothing as a child, her robotic talking alarm clock that startled me at all hours of the night when I sat with her all night towards the end, and a 1980s wedding photo of a young black couple that no-one in…
My grandmother recently passed and the things I wanted most were her African toy doll that she'd decked out in racially insensitive clothing as a child, her robotic talking alarm clock that startled me at all hours of the night when I sat with her all night towards the end, and a 1980s wedding photo of a young black couple that no-one in the entire family knew when we found it. All of them now have pride of place in my living room.
When I go, whilst I do hope my massive book and CD/record collections go to appreciative homes, I also hope there are things found that touch the same nerves those things of my Grans did with me.
I always think the 'crap of life' is way more interesting than anything actually worth money.
My grandmother recently passed and the things I wanted most were her African toy doll that she'd decked out in racially insensitive clothing as a child, her robotic talking alarm clock that startled me at all hours of the night when I sat with her all night towards the end, and a 1980s wedding photo of a young black couple that no-one in the entire family knew when we found it. All of them now have pride of place in my living room.
When I go, whilst I do hope my massive book and CD/record collections go to appreciative homes, I also hope there are things found that touch the same nerves those things of my Grans did with me.
I always think the 'crap of life' is way more interesting than anything actually worth money.