Memories!

Many of the family gems have disappeared without knowledge. Letters, pieces of hereditary importance, objects of art and an immense treasure of books …

Somewhere and somehow the feeling of the presence of those that have left us, still resonates in each corner. I wish they would continue to be so forever. There is a peculiar joy and a sense of time and tradition when we come across writings through mail, of days gone by. You try hard to remember what the circumstances were, the location and the reason for putting down what was in fact put down. Blanks are drawn on most occasions, but the idea of the possession of something that was past and gone well beyond recognition and compare, is fascinating .. !!

One normally associates such moments of being prevalent in the time of retired bliss. The rocking chair or swing. The fireside environ as winter closes. Hot food and drinks. Silence of the world as you drift into another yourself. And then to be in the state till there is satiation ..
But do we ever get satiated … I would think not. We wish ever to dwell in the moments of the past, if we can, and then slide down memory most gently to associate the people of the time, clothes, expression and much more …

There is wanton desire to share all with those you feel shall maintain the dignity and value of our recently discovered documents, but perhaps the personal nature of the content shall in all probability be kept under lock and key, never to be seen or read till the subjects have been dead and gone ..

At times it is a fearful exercise, for, we are unaware what the contents shall unravel - a dejected life, a stolen moment of dissent and pain … perhaps that joyous aside among many other that would bring inadvertently, memories of gone by days and a wonder on where the others would be, what they would be doing and whether they would remember that carefree and integrated moment.

There is hope at times on a sudden meeting and what the reaction of the others would be … friendly hostile or a royal ignore .. just a thought on what it all meant. And then when nothing happens, retiring to our normalcy of today, disappointed and perhaps troubled with attitude … but never resentful …

I look forward to the time that I shall be spending with all that has been retained ..

In retention and in hope for the explanation of affection and love ..

DiL