Building memories

We had a flood a few weeks ago in the basement at #32. A pipe burst, ruined boxes of things—things we cherished long ago, forgotten long ago—afraid still to let go.

We didn’t quite take heed of the memory box but it proved strong.

By chance, the tub of family photos is safe—although it sat untendered in a plastic tub with no cover. We’re lucky—considering there is no legacy box of memories safely digitized or tucked away in a fireproof box.

Letting go

Sadly, the old silvered mirror that hung over the fireplace in the dining room of 149 cracked under pressure of the flood. Silvered and fogged up, the imperfect looking glass accented our family celebrations for many years—imperfections and all.

I’ll take it with me!

When the movers pulled old silver off the dining room wall, I said, “Take it to 32! I’ll hang it up. I’ll find a place. I’ll make it mine!” But old silver was a monstrosity—5 ft x 3 ft—too heavy to lift alone, to hang without help, to find a space big enough to shine.

So it slumbered for 20 years—that old looking glass—hinting at tradition: glorious dinners, birthday celebrations, holiday meals. Family together, leaning in, sharing, and eating together.

Leaning In

My looking glass is glimpsing into the future. There’s no crystal ball. No promise of cherished outcomes but I’ll take all of it—perfect, imperfect—it’s ours.

La Famiglia e per sempre!

I hope as the holidays approach you join me in greeting the future together with family, friends, and neighbors.

Treasure old traditions. Make new ones. That’s what I’m doing. Come with me!

A new tradition, small but mighty, with family, neighbors, and lifelong friends. 

Con amore,

Carla