My TIme Capsule (Prompt 8)

A series of shelves in my living room currently symbolize my "time capsule." In each cubicle there are mementoes of happy times, trips, people I loved and love, books and CDs. I have taken photos tonight, November 4, 2013, of the cubicles as they are currently constituted. So many trinkets, china figures, photos

I am so glad that I have a few items that I grew up--the penguin and rabbit families, the elephant, the marble horse bookends, three small watercolors prettily framed. And I have photographs of family--cousins, nephew and family, my darling daughter, and my wedding day. Two Lladro figurines, one that I gave a friend's parents and my friend returned to me after their deaths. The other a gift from my husband one Christmas, which means a lot to me because he is not in the least sentimental yet he saw the figurine in a shop and remembered how much I cherished my other. Mementos from our trip on the Queen Mary--a photograph and a tea pot. A santon (woman in traditional dress) and miniature Gault buildings from our trip to Provence. Lilliput Lane cottages from England. China and glassware from Portugal and Ireland. A biscuit tin celebrating the marriage of Prince William and Catherine Middleton.

I think that my daughter knows what most of these trinkets mean. My two year old granddaughter plays with them, much to my daughter's horror. However I point out the small chips on the penguins and rabbits and tell her that my two year self made them almost 60 years ago. I learned to handle things carefully and Quinn will as well.

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