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November 28, 2000
There is a scientific experiment taking place in my living room. I am testing the theory that after a certain point, the layer of dust doesnt get any thicker. That it reaches a steady state and stays that way forever. Peggy wanted to write her name in the dust while she was here, but I asked her to please not destroy the ecology I was creating.
Someone who doesnt clean house should never collect tsatskes. Its a recipe for disaster. But somehow I seem to fill my life with the detritus of memories of special times and special places. It might not have gotten as out of hand as it did if Gilbert hadnt died, but when he died, I took his two glass and brass etageres and they seemed to cry out for junk to fill them. I was just the shop for it.
Id love to say that I "collect" wonderful things. I have a couple of cheap Wedgewood plates, but I dont collect Wedgewood. I have some Belleek china that the Irish cousin gave me, but I dont collect Belleek. Mostly I collect eclectic junk.
The shelves are filled with gifts brought to us by people from other countries staying with us, souvenirs I picked up in our travels (generally cheap souvenirs--I dont spend lots of money on my junk), and crafts made by the kids.
This is a good example of the sorts of things that will be found on a typical shelf:
[ alas this photo was a victim of the Yahoo purge ]
1. Delicate Pooh (I wrote a journal entry about him)
2. This is a doll from Yugoslavia that one of our foreign visitors brought on one of his several trips.
3. This tennis ball was one that our dog Seymour, who had a passion for balls, used to chase. There is another one just like it which one of the kids made into a Christmas ornament and which hangs on the Christmas tree each year.
4. This is a faux Roman statue which I bought when we visited a section of Hadrians Wall in England.
5. This statue of St. Ann, the mother of Mary, and her daughter, was given to me by my godmother when I made my first communion.
6. The aforementioned Belleek pottery. This bowl and the pitcher were given to us by the Irish relative when we visited Ireland.
7. This is a junk dinosaur tooth that we brought home as a souvenir for the boys when we visited the LaBrea tar pits many years ago. I would throw it out, but its just been "around" forever, so it won a space on a shelf.
8. This is an Irish drinking cup that Walts sister brought us after one of her trips to Ireland.
9. This cut glass vase was made by a Brasilian student who stayed here and took a craft class.
10. A cookie jar given to me by my friend Phil, in the days when we were still speaking to each other. Its never had a cookie inside it because I liked having it as a decoration in the living room (and I have another cookie jar anyway).
11. This is a boat which was made by either Paul or Tom. Seems to me I have pictures of each of them holding it. Whichever made it was in grammar school at the time.
12. This is a statue of St. Brigid, which I bought in an Abby in Ireland. I attended St. Brigid grammar school and thought this was an appropriate souvenir of our first trip to Ireland.
13. A music box that plays "Happy Wanderer," which a friend gave me for my birthday many, many years ago.
14. An animal figure made by one of the kids out of Styrofoam. I dont know if anybody remembers who made it. Why cant I throw it away?
Not all the shelves are this full. One small shelf is my "Gilbert shelf." It contains a fan he used when he played KoKo in a production of The Mikado, a monkey I gave him as a souvenir of a show we wrote together, his baton, a baton he bought in England which is purported to have been used by Sir Arthur Sullivan (but the authentication papers werent found when we cleaned out Gilberts house). There is also a ceramic statue that Paul made shortly before he died, and 2 martini glasses I didnt know where to put, and 2 cups from a Gilbert & Sullivan festival we attended, which depict Gilberts two most famous roles: KoKo and Jack Point.
I have to admit that I love all this junk. Everything on the shelves brings a warm memory. Of course Ive timed it and to just dust the etagere takes 45 minutes. That doesnt even take into account the credenza top or the two bookshelves that also have their own collection.
Some day I wont be here any more and Im sure the people who are left behind will think unkind thoughts about me as they wonder what to do with all this junk. I might as well let them know that its really OK if they just put it all in a big bag and stick it out in the trash. Its my treasure, but I know that its most peoples trash.
Just let me enjoy it while Im here, OK? (And please dont write your name in the dust.)
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