Up in the attic

Posted on December 6, 2010


It’s the time of year for trips to the attic. That, after all, is where the holiday decorations are, and the big roasting pan, and the treasures.

A year or two ago I gave Rob the Firefighter and the Lady Alicia my Swedish straw ornaments, confident that I could make new ones. Ha. I could not find the book with the useful directions in it. Today I was determined. I ended up spending quite awhile travelling the long road of memory.  I found lots of things I thought I’d lost.

The box itself is an antique from my mother’s youth. Stockings! Even I, an old bat, can barely remember stockings. Inside, where it has been kept as long as I can remember, is a tiny christening dress. It was made of lace from my grandmother’s wedding gown.

As you would expect, there are boxes and boxes of books in my attic. The bookcases from the house in the city were too big to bring up here, and I’ve never gotten around to making new ones. I spent awhile visiting old friends, the delicious books that had been special favorites: Margaret Atwood, Studs Terkel, Lee Smith, Barbara Kingsolver, Louise Erdrich, Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings.

I lost myself in children’s books I used to read to Rob the Firefighter, and some that my mother had read to me. I found some books I’d acquired and never read.  (Looking Backward, 2000-1887 is going on the nightstand tonight. I’ll let you know how it goes.)

I found a few utterly precious things. 

And my button jar!  Inside it I found a button from the navy blue sweater I was wearing when I learned that I was going to be a mother.  It’s odd how the insignificant details of a life-changing moment are frozen in memory. 

Oh yes–I found what I was looking for, too.   

We spent all afternoon at it. The Cowboy is exhausted.