This is an old window taken from Keith's Grandmothers old house. After she died her house was updated and then sold. This old window was removed prior to the sale and given to Keith. It is about 2'x4', etched glass mounted in lead. A couple of the little panes are broken or missing. I am taking it in to a local glass artist be restored. I will sand down the frame and paint it black. Then we will hang it in the window over the front door to show it off. We will think of Grandma every time we look at it.
I have a few things that were my Grandmothers. The antique brass candle sticks, and brass iron rest amongst other things. Nothing of any real value, but worth their weight in sentimental value. I remember helping grandma to polish the brass when I was a little girl in England. The old house was so damp that the brass would start to turn green.
I suppose if these things were gone, I would still have the memories. Actually, the way my memory is , I wouldn't be surprised if one of these days I look at the old brasses and don't remember how I came about them! I hope my memory never gets so bad that I forget the people I love.
That's such a sad thing. Something I see alot of in my work. People with alzheimers, who can't remember their own name or the faces of their family. Funny how the mind works isn't it? Now forgetting about the bad stuff, I can understand. But why do we have to forget the good stuff too? And why is it that some people never forget a thing? There are centurion with minds as sharp as tacks. If I live to be 100, which I doubt will happen, my memory wont be all that intact as I am already so forgetful. Ohh to be an elephant.
One thing that my memory is really good at retaining is dreams. I had a really horrible dream a couple of nights ago. It was snowing heavy when I went to bed. I had seen news on the net about 5 feet of snow in California, and people were shoveling it off their roofs. So with that on my mind, I went to sleep. In my dream, the snow was piling up, and Keith went up on our roof in his house coat. Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw him fall off the roof! Oh my God, It was so real. Just thinking about it makes me feel sick. In the dream I screamed for someone to call 911 then I went outside and he was already standing up. When I tried to check him over, he tried to deny that he had fallen. Then I woke up. Since then I've been telling him to be careful and hugging him and telling him how much I love him. I felt so relieved when I woke up and realized it was only a dream. I wish I could forget that dream.