Many of the readers of this blog know my mother passed away two weeks ago. I have begun the unenviable task of going through her stuff. What to keep, what to toss, what’s important? I came upon a roomful of purses. O.K., maybe it wasn’t an entire roomful, but it was a lot of purses. In reading Maguire’s “The Power of Personal Storytelling” we learn objects can be a valuable starting point for delving into the memory banks. I thought I’d take the opportunity to examine mother’s purses individually and try and put each into
a time frame or connect it to a particular event. One purse I found seemed so
out of character with my mother who was a stylish woman with traditional
taste. The picture above shows a plain purse with a plastic or Bakelite
handle. Where did this come from? I began to imagine a secret life she may
have led away from her wifely duties and church social functions. Maybe it was
an experiment on her part to break out of the conventional mold she’d fallen
into? Where is the story in this?
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