My father's side of the family has some weird history. For a long time, my grandfather flew, and my grandmother, dad, aunt, and uncle lived in Levittown during the school year and on the farm in the summer. They lived in the tool shed on the south 80 (which had been converted into an apartment-type thing) rather than the house. I have no idea why...probably because my grandfather thought it was a good idea. After they moved to Indiana perminantly, they left everything out in the tool shed as it was, and started living in the house on the west 80. Dad and siblings went off to college and left home, and Grandmother moved into the house in town. Somehow, the dressers in the houses had never gotten moved or cleaned out (or anything else, either), and my grandfather filled all available spaces with stuff. It has been the work of more than ten years, cleaning out the houses and the farms of trash and junk. I have all of my grandmother's good jewelry because of this (silver, all, and a story for another time). Dad still finds stashes of it, and evidentially when he was up at the farm the last time, he finally reached to my aunt Elane's dresser from high school. My aunt was 6 ft, and not a small woman, but she evidentially was built like I am. Her rings barely fit on my finger. But I have the Thai star ruby and Egyptian puzzle ring that Grandpa brought back for her. And in looking for jewelry to wear this weekend I found the other cross she'd left me. The chain is tiny, the cross smaller than my thumbnail, and it rests in the hollow of my throat. I didn't know if I was going to be able to get it around my neck. Dad says that it sits on me where it sat on her.
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Date: 2007-01-03 03:19 pm (UTC)My father's side of the family has some weird history. For a long time, my grandfather flew, and my grandmother, dad, aunt, and uncle lived in Levittown during the school year and on the farm in the summer. They lived in the tool shed on the south 80 (which had been converted into an apartment-type thing) rather than the house. I have no idea why...probably because my grandfather thought it was a good idea. After they moved to Indiana perminantly, they left everything out in the tool shed as it was, and started living in the house on the west 80. Dad and siblings went off to college and left home, and Grandmother moved into the house in town. Somehow, the dressers in the houses had never gotten moved or cleaned out (or anything else, either), and my grandfather filled all available spaces with stuff. It has been the work of more than ten years, cleaning out the houses and the farms of trash and junk. I have all of my grandmother's good jewelry because of this (silver, all, and a story for another time). Dad still finds stashes of it, and evidentially when he was up at the farm the last time, he finally reached to my aunt Elane's dresser from high school. My aunt was 6 ft, and not a small woman, but she evidentially was built like I am. Her rings barely fit on my finger. But I have the Thai star ruby and Egyptian puzzle ring that Grandpa brought back for her. And in looking for jewelry to wear this weekend I found the other cross she'd left me. The chain is tiny, the cross smaller than my thumbnail, and it rests in the hollow of my throat. I didn't know if I was going to be able to get it around my neck. Dad says that it sits on me where it sat on her.