tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148557807474310110.post4869891574317973917..comments2022-07-19T07:48:28.683-04:00Comments on Belle, Book, and Candle: Passed and Present by Allison GilbertBellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04335523622158333456noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148557807474310110.post-64090754994293353062016-10-13T19:29:16.893-04:002016-10-13T19:29:16.893-04:00Oh, Patsy, I love the food idea! My mom's birt...Oh, Patsy, I love the food idea! My mom's birthday is coming up next week. She loved chocolate mocha Blizzards from Dairy Queen. Lucky for me I love them too. Guess what I will be treating myself to very soon!<br /><br />I'll have to think about a food that my dad liked. Perhaps Oreos. That was his afternoon snack and then every night at 9 o'clock he would enjoy a little bowl of ice cream. Vanilla with Hershey's Chocolate Syrup. Said it settled his stomach.<br /><br />Aren't I lucky that my parents didn't just love broccoli and beans!Bellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04335523622158333456noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148557807474310110.post-15351409375827487432016-10-12T22:19:25.141-04:002016-10-12T22:19:25.141-04:00I lived in California and my older female relative...I lived in California and my older female relatives lived in Missouri when they passed, so I was not offered any of their treasures.<br /><br />When our only cousin died, my brother (the family packrat) took all the memorabilia. I had an aunt who lived in California when she passed, and she gave me her good china and her good leather-bound books before she died. She also gave me a not very good painting of one of my grandfather's (her father) hounds. It hangs in my hall. Everything is displayed and/or used.<br /><br />I honor those who go before me with food. On their birthdays, we eat whatever was significant in their lives. In my cousin's case (she had cancer) we eat cheeseburgers because just before she died she said that she wished that she could get well enough to eat one last cheeseburger. My aunt who gave me the china is honored with a ladies' lunch, either at home or at a tearoom type restaurant. <br /><br />This is not my idea. When I read The First 100 Years, Having Our Say, by the Delaney Sisters, I learned that they honored their father's birthday by cooking all his favorite foods and having a family gathering to eat the meal. I liked the idea and adapted it to fit my circumstances.<br /><br />Patsyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12493189870800125021noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148557807474310110.post-82084793725863984742016-09-28T19:16:16.883-04:002016-09-28T19:16:16.883-04:00Kathy, you might want to read this and file away i...Kathy, you might want to read this and file away in your mind some of the ideas. It might make decisions easier later on. I do try to use family things as often as possible. There is such a special connection...<br /><br />I loved showing off both rings to my former classmates. Some of them had sold their rings for the gold money! I don't think it was out of desperation, just something to do. I wasn't a big fan of high school but it is part of my life.Bellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04335523622158333456noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148557807474310110.post-8148328258580524472016-09-27T21:40:32.948-04:002016-09-27T21:40:32.948-04:00What an excellent idea for a book. I can see that ...What an excellent idea for a book. I can see that I will be faced with this dilemma eventually, as my mom lives in the home she grew up in, with many of the things my grandmother left as well as her own things. I am an only child, so I know all of that will mostly come to me. I have some dishes and a couple of pieces of family furiture from my husband's family, and we use those things in daily life and on special occasions. <br /><br />I think wearing your mom's high school ring along with your own at your reunion was a lovely thing to do in remembrance. Kathy A. Johnsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01499969787028085716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148557807474310110.post-12789804297947089482016-09-20T21:53:15.444-04:002016-09-20T21:53:15.444-04:00Tags on the jewelry are a great idea, Joan. Glad y...Tags on the jewelry are a great idea, Joan. Glad you could get together with your cousins. The few cousins I have are scattered about the country. Maybe it's time to organize a reunion...Bellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04335523622158333456noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148557807474310110.post-88521276521252530432016-09-20T07:05:31.364-04:002016-09-20T07:05:31.364-04:00I have a few pieces of jewelry from my family and ...I have a few pieces of jewelry from my family and I have put tags on them saying who had owned them. The stories get lost so easily. We just had a Woollens (my mother's family name) reunion. We cousins are the old ones now. It was fun to share memories and stories and sometimes more concrete things like letters.joan.kylerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17015342608992682333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148557807474310110.post-87297588909607553602016-09-19T11:39:10.638-04:002016-09-19T11:39:10.638-04:00Joan, I think if we have some idea of how to use s...Joan, I think if we have some idea of how to use some of the family items it helps make the decisions on what to keep and what to let go of. But, still a daunting task.<br /><br />Perhaps a shadow box for the matchbook - and other keepsakes - along with your stories of the first apartment.<br /><br />I am leaving my jewelry and my mother's jewelry to my great-niece. I will have to photograph and identify in some way who wore the rings and brooches and bracelets. Otherwise, she will have no idea the stories behind the treasures.Bellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04335523622158333456noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148557807474310110.post-69070356829700996712016-09-18T07:54:02.033-04:002016-09-18T07:54:02.033-04:00I wish I'd had this book 16 years ago when bot...I wish I'd had this book 16 years ago when both of my parents died within six months of each other. My sister and I went through drawers and cabinets. The saved rubber bands and used brown paper bags were easy to chuck, but the cards and letters were more difficult. In the end, there wasn't really a lot to save and my sister, who has children, kept most of the things, which was fine with me. But I look at all the things I've saved from my life and think I should do some culling before my nieces have to face that chore. What will they think of the tattered matchbook from the bar next to the first apartment I lived in in Boston?!joan.kylerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17015342608992682333noreply@blogger.com