What she considered old junk was an attic full of family heirlooms. I took quite a few things, but left much more for my cousins. What I did take was part of what I had to put into storage. You can read how that turned out here.
Before I left North Carolina a couple of weeks ago, I put a few things that weren't packed in boxes into my car to bring home with me. One thing I really wanted to have with me was this.
It is a large framed photograph of my great uncle Charlie when he was a child in the 1800's. Wasn't he a cutie in his sailor suit?
I know it is Charlie, because after I got the picture I visited Uncle Charlie, my grandfather's brother, who was very old and bedridden. When Charlie saw the photo, he cried and said "that's me, that's Charlie".
So I have brought Uncle Charlie home once again'
He is currently residing in my bedroom,
where he is sitting atop my grandmother's chest of drawers. The one that she refinished and made into a desk when my mother was a child.
He is accompanied by a new little bird and an old pitcher and wash basin that I also had in storage.
It's a simple vignette. Just the kind I like.
Welcome home Uncle Charlie. It is so good to have you back.
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