As I’ve been spending time with my belongings, sifting and sorting, I’ve been looking more closely at things. There are objects that are mine, and have always been mine. And there are things that I have “inherited,” or chosen.
On my bookshelf is this little ginger jar that was, I think, my grandmother Grace’s. It was repaired really badly a very long time ago, but she kept it. I wish I knew its story, but all I have is my imagination. All I know is that it was made in 1917 by the Van Briggle pottery in Colorado.
I love it because it was broken and fixed, with the glue squeezing out and some pieces still missing. I love it because it mattered to her, though I don’t know the reason.
I guess I’m hoping that one day, when I’m long gone, my family will cherish something I kept without needing an explanation. Just because!