When my sister and I cleaned out our parents’ home, we had to make many decisions about what to do with all the stuff. Which things are truly “valuable” and which have only sentiment in their favor? Should we sell it, keep it, or throw it away? To help ensure a future for our family’s heirlooms, I plan to leave a booklet for my daughters telling the stories of what they will inherit one day. (Not TOO soon, I hope!) With this challenge I begin my book of Heirlooms.
is for glasses, eyeglasses, that is.
As a child I was told these glasses were my maternal grandfather’s. That is what I always believed. However, now I have my doubts.
|The glasses sit on a shelf in a guest bedroom.|
The size of the glasses make me think they would have been worn by a child, but in none of my granddaddy’s childhood pictures was he wearing glasses.
|My granddaddy - the only boy!|
With his sisters, Sullivan cousins, mother, and aunt
Not here either.
I suppose it is possible he was self-conscious and removed the glasses for photos.
But perhaps they were not glasses worn by a child. Granddaddy’s daddy wore glasses that look just like them.
The glasses are very bendable, almost stretchy. Perhaps they would have fit an adult.
Maybe - Maybe not.
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