It was my mum’s birthday this weekend. We braved the heavy snow falling in our village, drove through the bright sunshine five miles further on (bonkers weather we’re having) and eventually arrived to spend a lovely day celebrating with my wonderful mum.
As we were getting ready to leave, my dad brought out his old and treasured Olympus OM2, fastened it into its battered old leather case and said he was now passing it on to me. I love this camera. It is a thing of beauty. And I love my Dad for trusting me enough to now be its keeper. I will treasure it and keep its spirit alive with new rolls of film and new projects - I can’t wait.
And this got me to thinking about two other beloved pieces I have, handed down to me from my mum and my nan and how much I love them and delight in them every time I see them.
My mum’s old sewing box, which my dad restored with a bright purple felt lining about thirty years ago. He got a bit trigger happy with the glue but its slightly sticky innards make me love it even more. Today it’s packed with my odds and ends and takes pride of place in my kitchen shelves where I can see it and run my hand over its beautiful wooden case each day.
And my nan’s blue glass dressing table set. It used to sit in her top bedroom, where I slept as a child on my beloved sleepovers at her house. It sat reflected in the huge three way dressing table mirror and was a real constant throughout my childhood. When she moved into a nursing home, it came to live with me and now she’s gone, it sits on a small mirrored table in the corner of my bedroom, where I can see it every day and think of her with a smile.