Wednesday Visual Bliss: Memories

Grandma's music box.

If I'm not blogging about much else, can Wednesday Visual Bliss really be the break from much else it was meant to be?

After the burial service for my grandfather last fall, we found ourselves at grandma's apartment. For a few years now she has found herself overflowing with items from a 3 bedroom house that do not fit in a small 2 bedroom apartment. Conversation turned to these items, as she revisited belongings in a curio cabinet and shared tidbits about where they came from, and who she planned on giving each item to.

A long forgotten memory came rushing back immediately when my eye caught sight of the music box. It was in the guest bedroom that I stayed in as a child on each visit, and one of the few items in the room I was mesmerized by as I passed the time before falling asleep. There was just something about that textured metal, that distinct tune. It was always there, in "my" room, a wonderful representation for me of the time spent in that house.

I shared this with all the excitement of someone who rediscovers a fond memory some 25 years later. And with that, grandma pulled the music box that grandpa gave to her 60 years ago out of the cabinet, turned it over, removed the tape that had it earmarked for someone else, and handed it to me. I wound it up and listened; it's tune washed over me as if it were only yesterday since I last heard it.

I'm dancing with grandpa again.