This past weekend, My Love and I spent some time at my Grandparents' house. Saturday evening, Luke, Jordan, Grandpa and myself found ourselves down in Grandpa's office. Now, the word office doesn't really conjure up the right idea of what this room truly is. It is a mix of museum, antique store, and curiosity shop.
On the walls and shelves of his office are years of memories. Pictures, cards, letters, and random and quirky gifts he has received from his children, grandchildren, and friends over the years. One thing that particularly stood out to me was the long stick that was carved to somewhat of a point that he had hanging on the wall. I picked it up to look at it and realized that it had writing on it. In my Grandpa's distinctive script it had the memory of the stick scrawled on it. My Grandpa then proceeded to tell me the story.
Apparently, one day when my brothers were young he had taken them down to the crick. My youngest brother Mick had decided he was going to catch a fish and so he had sharpened that stick to use as a spear. I remembered the day as he retold the tale. On the wall above that was a pinwheel from Luke's and my wedding. On the bookshelf he had the Christmas gift I made for him years ago, a walnut shell cleaned out and turned into a mini treasure chest with a tiny rolled up piece of paper inside. If I remember right, it had a Bible verse on it. As well as the many memories, my Grandpa has a bookshelf full of Bibles. Brand new Bibles just waiting for someone who needs them. My Grandpa is like that, he believes that word of God with his whole heart and has a passion for sharing it.
Grandpa's room is special because it is a room of memories. Pictures, letters, photos, objects, all kept because they are snapshots of time. Reminders of the beautifulness of life.
"We don't remember days, we remember moments." ~Cesare Pavese
“Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.”~L.M Montgomery