Sentimentality and Auditory Memory Jogs
29 Apr 2011 Leave a Comment
When family passes away I am never thinking there is an inheritance to be had, I am thinking about those items no matter how ‘valuable’ that remind me specifically of good times spent with that person. When my Grandmother passed away last year there was very little by way of stuff I wanted from her home but one of the things that really connected me to her home, memories and time spent with her more recently was wind chimes. She kept them under her car port and whenever we would pull up or leave that was the first sound you heard and the last, to me it meant Grandma’s House. The last time I left Grandma’s house on December 25th 2010 just after 10:30 pm I asked my Aunt if I could take the wind chimes and she said yes. I hung them up the second we got home on the 26th under my front porch so that every time we or someone came and went that was the first and last sound they heard. Those wind chimes meant more to me than anything. A few days ago after dropping the children off at school I noticed that the normal chime sound that I said good morning to every single day was not there. My heart damned near shattered. It felt as if the wind had been knocked out of me and I cried. Someone had helped themselves to my grandmother’s wind chimes. I was angry, I was sad, I was devastated. My first instinct was to replace them immediately, so I went to Chinatown, bought 2 sets, put them up right away and wired them securely but the sound did not match. So, I continue to hunt for THAT sound, the sound that said “Grandma’s House”. In the meantime, whoever took those chimes I hope they are of real value to you because by taking them you broke my heart. By taking them you took something very important from me, the sound of my Grandmother’s house.
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