I have been thinking about something this last couple days -- in a sense, not unlike our short story theme for the contest with the exception that the world as they know it has ended for the person involved. Their relatives or appointed person is left with the sometimes seemingly insurmountable task of taking care of their “estate.” That is where I come in.
Having had an Antique & Collectible business for 18+ years, I have been called many times for advice. So much so that it has become a mainstay of my business. Depending upon what I find, I may recommend an appraiser, an auction; a house sale, whatever the situation seems to warrant. I have learned a ton from these experiences however each and every single place that I visit has a common thread. I think about each person in depth as I leave their home. They were someone. They were young. They had their dreams, their disappointments, their secrets. One almost feels like an invader of sorts even though the job must be done.
For example the man whose home I have been in the last couple of days traveled the world over collecting wonderful interesting mementos of each spot. He had a passion for art; was interested in every thing from stamps to antiques to a collection of frogs. He loved Christmas; He never married so has little family except for those who are taking care of his things.
Earlier in the week I was at the home of a lady who passed from an eighteen year battle with dementia. For the last few years, she knew no one. Yet I learned she was accomplished in many areas of life, had several degrees, was a drum majorette in both high school and college. She swam across Keuka lake, loved music, and also traveled the world. How interesting.
Just a short time ago I was at a home where when one walked in you waited for the person to walk from another room. A book was open. A tube of toothpaste on the counter in the bathroom. Lovely, elegant clothes filled the closets, The whole condo reflecting beautiful expensive taste.
The drive that brings me back to the serenity of my “Cottage by the Sea” gives me a chance to think about the individuals, most of whom I have never met. Somehow I would like to think they know that someone has wondered about them. Replacing the sadness of the task at hand, I think - WOW, WHAT AN INTERESTING LIFE!
© 2012 Musings by Marilyn - 6/29/12