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HAND-ME-DOWNS
My father's: a lion-headed meerschaum pipe, tinged a warm golden brown, nestled in the velvet lining of a worn black leather pipe-shaped case.

His father's: a photo of himself as a small child in a white smock sitting astride a tall black ostrich, reins in hand, one small foot dangling.

His mother's: a snub-footed footstool, rounded in beige plush, a needlepoint bouquet in muted colors centered for resting feet.

Her mother's: a large tarnished silver brooch, its circled edge framing a standing waterbird with one wing raised, a smaller bird crouching beneath.

My mother's: a doll-sized china teapot, teacup and saucer, sky blue with a flowing gray and white smiling oriental dragon embossed on each piece, sent to her as a teenager by a Japanese penpal.

Her father's: a memory of waltzing around the living room with him to Lawrence Welk, my small feet pressed against the tops of his shoes.

Her mother's: a small round cut-glass bowl filled with stone-bashed water-smoothed sherbet-ice-colored sea glass, gentle gems found winking in the sand along her beachfront.

Anders': a child's flared-lip silver mug engraved with his name, embellished with the little flying figure of Nils Holgersson on his goose and a short matching spoon with a flock of flying geese on the handle.

Mine: a cherry-wood framed watercolor painting of my cat Tish, curled and sleeping, dated the year I turned 18.
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mood: contemplative
music: Steely Dan—Reelin' In The Years


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Lovely post.

I'm coveting the doll-sized china teapot, teacup and saucer, sky blue with a flowing gray and white smiling oriental dragon embossed on each piece.

There is a footstool just like the one you mention in my mom's house. I love footstools, also the ones where they used to put a little light inside when they didn't have any heating just to warm the women's feet.

I love them, too, and so does my mom. She has several of them, but I've never seen one with a light inside! Neat-o.

"Her father's: a memory of waltzing around the living room with him to Lawrence Welk, my small feet pressed against the tops of his shoes."

Ahh. Sweet.

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Hey lizardek! I wanted to email you but couldn't find an address :( Anywy, Amylou (http://amylou.blogspot.com/) and I (Tjej - http://www.thought-bubbles.com) are starting a group blog for expat bloggers who want to write only in Swedish. It's just a little side project for us that we thought would be fun. We wanted to invite a few more people to join, and we want you there! It's not something you would have to post in often. Only when ever you feel like it.

Let me know what you think. If you don't want to join that's perfectly ok!

Just let me know what you think!

love,
Tjej - tjej@DELETEthought-bubbles.com

What a wonderful list! (I may have to follow suit -- your treasures stir up so many of my own family memories. It's a lovely feeling. ;-))

It was honestly hard to pick just one of my father's mom's things that I inherited. And realizing that I don't have anything from my mom's parents (he's passed, she's still alive) that was more tangible surprised me.

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