Keepsakes: we all have them.
They come in all shapes and sizes. From a favorite childhood book to a pressed flower.
A set of dishes or the family bible.
I try to photograph the special things in my life. Eventually I will have a book with the photos and a story about why they are special. Who passed them on. Why I kept them.
My sister was ten years older than me. She was an artist her whole life. She had an easel and her oil paints in one corner of our shared bedroom. Ah, the memories when I visit an art show with working artists; the smells of paint and turpentine and the look of brushes in a jar.
This was one of her sketchbooks and two of her dip pens.
They are among my most treasured possessions.
This is my sister when she was in school.
When we were going through her things we found this necklace. Somehow we knew it belonged to Great Grandma Nellie. Then my niece found this picture of my sister wearing it.
I took photos putting them together and close-ups of the necklace: front, back, open, and closed.
The necklace will go to my sister's granddaughter. The rest of the family will know about it. Her children will know the story behind it. My legacy to them is keeping the memories.