A thimble is what I need for this tough quilting project! Yes, there is one. I inherited it. Lower left.Upper left: The turquoise ring that my father brought back to my mother in 1955 from Arizona. She wore it for 35 years, you can see that. She could not remove it another way than cutting it up.
Upper middle: A silver whistle from the Caucasus. More about origin is not known. Lower middle: A brooch which belonged to my granny. Right: A silver note bock with pencil from my grandaunt.
My family had to leave their homecountry in 1939, settled down for just a few years and fled again in 1945. It is a miracle that these things and our photographs have survived.
4 comments:
Had you thought about stitching them into something, à la Heike?
love the little notebook, so precious!
Amazing and wonderful that these things that bring back memories have survived.
With today's throw away society I wonder if people will value anything enough for it to survive.
How lovely to have these precious memories in your hand - especially with all the fleeing!
I have my great-grandmother's matzoh cover that she brought when she came here in 1929 - I should post a picture of it some time -- you would appreciate the workmanship.
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