Connecting with the past is something that’s intrigued me since I can remember. The idea of tangible objects being held by another person, in another time is overwhelmingly fascinating to me. I used to think it was only the ancestry aspect, because I find so much joy in genealogy. But it’s more than that. For an old soul, being among old items, with or without a direct connection, allows the mind to wander and dream.
Not every old item leads me to a faraway daydream. I don’t find old paint cans mesmerizing but as I stood two feet from Van Gogh’s Postman the other night, I envisioned him standing just in front of me. I could almost see his left arm poised in mid air while he determined the next vibrant stroke to complete the subject’s whiskers. I saw his right hand Continue reading →
As we approach the on 100th anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic, I think to myself how recent it was, but just how different life was; or was it?
My great-Grandmom was born in 1912, one month after the sinking and she only passed away two years ago. Her little sister is still kickin’ at ninety-eight and there are several people alive today that are well over one hundred now. Think about the transitions they’ve made in life. We laugh about teased hair from the 80’s and disco music at Studio 54 but this older generation changed fashion, music and pretty much everything life had to offer, repeatedly.
It wasn’t that long ago that women wore corsets, couldn’t vote and got picked up for a date in a Model T. Most people who served in WWII were born about ten years after the Titanic sank, and just like that generation, soon they will be gone as well. We only just lost the last WWI soldier in the last year.
It put it in perspective for me when our little town newspaper mentioned that a Titanic survivor lived a couple little towns over. He was the head barber for the White Star Line, who operated the Titanic. The man journeyed over seven hundred times on transatlantic ships and nearly perished that night in the cold waters of the Atlantic. The article touts him a hero, who assisted the crew as they tried to get as many as they could to safety in the few lifeboats available. He was eventually swept off the ships edge when it split in two and after clinging to dining chairs in the water, Continue reading →