June 29, 2020
My mother's clarinet
A box full of reel to reel tapes and a projector
Slides and a slide projector, my parents' memories of Hawaii and Mexico
Old VHS tapes of Elvis and Simon and Garfunkel concerts
A lifetime of Nintendo cartridges and a dusty box full of Atari games
Tomb for my childhood …
The G.I. Joe headquarters, the Cobra headquarters
He-Man's Castle Greyskull, the Horde headquarters with rubber cobra hand puppet
Grandpa's pocket watch, his pipe collection; I suspect my mother had a scrap book of her own with different odds and ends in there
The plaster of Paris Christmas ornaments we molded; mom, my sister, and I; then we painted them
She had made these clothespin ornaments, white felt glued on, round peach heads with drawn-on eyes, delicate halos on top. We put those on the tree for as long as I can remember.