This morning I dusted off the top of my wood cookstove’s warming oven where I keep important collectibles. I had a good time, believe it or not. Every time I picked up something which needed dusting, I was sent down memory lane.
This hard piece of fungus was brought home by my son Marty in 1997. He skillfully scratched his name and date into it’s surface at that time. I’ve kept it ever since as a tribute to Marty’s love of nature.
Driftwood. I love collecting driftwood from the shores of both eastern and western Canada. I’ve brought home hunks of driftwood sticking out of my carry-on luggage on an airliner or on top of my vehicle. This wee piece was picked up on Vancouver Island and rests between a large chunk of redwood bark and a small twig covered in moss and lichens.
All over my house, I have artwork created by my children when they were young. This funky mug was made by my daughter Nellie.
Along with collecting driftwood, I like to walk along beaches and collect rocks and shells. I have baskets of shells and sea glass on my front porch. When my granddaughters Kalia and Livi were small, they used to love inspecting each and every shell over and over again. This sliver of rock had fallen off the sheer rock face along the shore beside Percé Rock in the Gaspe where we visited with some of my grown children and grandchildren in 2008.
In low tide, you can walk on the sand bar out to the magnificent Percé Rock. Years ago, I picked up a small piece of the rock which had falled off into a large heap at the base of the rock.
My daughter-in-law Nici painted this seagull in flight on a slice of granite. Beautiful.
When I was a little girl, we used to visit my grandparents’ farm on the Gaspé. We would always go on little day trips to Hull’s River or Percé or down the Line Road to old family farmsteads to pick berries. This old iron was found by my Mother in an old falling-down farm house which used to be home to a long-gone relative. For years, my Mother used it as a door stop.
I have other treasures that my children made for me or I picked up along the way of my life’s journey – they are scattered around the house where I can see or touch them and think.