Family Legacy that can be Held
Living in the home of a portrait photographer can be a melancholic drag. On Monday morning in preparation for the piano tuner I had to remove the family frames that were on a doily (anybody under 30 would not know what that is). Today I put them back and became sad realizing that the framed portraits represented events that will never return. A couple of the frames are pewter Seagull frames that used to be made in Pugwash, Nova Scotia. Seagull at one time had a shop on Robson and also The Bay and Eaton’s sold them. When I visited my family in Argentina I often took these frames as presents as they represented something of Canada’s excellence. The third frame is a slightly damaged Mexican one.
I have a chest that is full of my grandmother’s doilies. What is to become of them once I am gone?
The cat was Plata. She was my cat while Rosemary had Casi. Somehow when cats die if you get a new one immediately (that has been our method all these years) the old cats live on in the new ones. Their "catness" is passed on.
