I stated in my prior post, Ashes to Ashes, that I went to a wonderful, but strange estate sale last weekend. Here are few more pieces to show and tell. So this is the tell part. The last descendant of this family line lets say his name was John, well John was living with a man, let say David. Well it seems, John, while still living with David, decided he wanted to be Jenny. So I was told, David, while now living with Jenny, decided he now wanted to be Denise. So it was Jenny and Denise living in this big old house. Are you still with me , confusing I know.
I was told they were a happy couple and lived for many years in the big old house. I hope so. As I look at all the photos of dead relatives I wonder who were these people. I have many questions in my mind about the their world back then, the clothes, the silver, did they entertain often, were they social? All these things entertain me and take me away from the present world tragedies. I need to escape.
As sad as estate sales can be, we won, they loss, in a way isn't it the ultimate recycling. It's passed on to me, you, and to anyone else who cares to own some of their history. Nothing is used, it's already there given to us by the deceased. Maybe, in some way, that is how the dead talk back.