What I brought Home

The end of travel necessitates tidying up, unpacking, putting away, and assessing the remains.

So, as the un-arguably worst shopper in the world, what did I bring home?

Below are the things that weren’t with us when we started east:

[I had a few more postcards, but I sent them off — after I got home.]

A few family photos: this photo is of my mother and her Aunt Cora,  only a year or two older than she was. Mom is on the right. My laptop is full of digitized photos from PA,  huge files of family pics that various people supplied me with. But I carried only 3 “real” photographs back west,  from cousins Doris and Betty, last-minute gifts. This was one of them.

Thank-You art from Ross and Samuel, placed carefully into my “emergency” folder and photographed after I got home. Definitely a keeper.

Pat’s famous tags, which she gave to Benedicte and me as we finished our meal at the restaurant in the Barnes Collection’s in Philly. Pat and Benedicte met me at Philly’s 30th Street Station, and we walked to the Barnes.  Previous to our museum adventure, I knew Pat only from Facebook, where she links to her outrageously funny cartoon art, and Pat knows Benedicte as a partner in museum-going and other art activities. Pat dragged Benedicte to Philly with her, and I acquired another new friend.

[So I say to all those who diss FB: Phooey on you! Look what I got just from making silly remarks to a complete stranger:-)]

Not a single photo that I took of the two of them that day is viewable; I think I was too busy talking, waving my arms, and muddling the images. So I’m especially glad to have these tags.  Benedicte also took some good photos, which she sent along after I got home, and gave me a postcard with an image of her art, a postcard which I’m using to mark my place in this:

And here comes the confession: after sending lots of stuff home in the car with Jer, and after shipping three tightly packed boxes of more stuff from Lititz (and leaving a winter coat with Carol to ship as well), I was forced — forced! — to leave some stuff for the Salvation Army with Sally so I could fit this book from the Barnes into my suitcase.

After all, I had four days on Amtrak. I couldn’t offload the Barnes digital tour onto my ‘droid — the librarian at the Collection tried, but apparently it isn’t set up for such nonsense — so what could I do but dispense with unneeded clothing (unneeded for the next four days) and buy the book on my last day in town. –June

Oh, and just one more photo:

After I got home, the box from my sister Carol arrived with the winter coat that I had bought in a panic but hadn’t needed. Along with the coat were three linen handkerchiefs that had belonged to my Aunt Ethel, and the scarves pictured above, belonging to Carol. The most precious one is the blue and yellow. Carol wore it on her trip to Jordan, an important event in her life, and I am honored to have it in my possession.

That box came by UPS, but the memory of my time with Carol and her family, those memories and all the others I made on my trip, the camp, Pine Creek, new friends and old, family and food and stories and mountains — well, they are precious and are, of course, the most, the very most, of what I brought home with me.

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6 Responses to What I brought Home

  1. Tani says:

    Love this post!

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  2. Patricia says:

    Lots of good stuff came home with you. I’m envious of the book. It was nice meeting in person and I wish I could have stowed away on Amtrak with you. I know Benedicte would have been game. Thanks for the shout out.

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    • june says:

      Thanks to you, Pat, I now know Benedicte. And have a sense of what sends the two of you into giggles while I try to pretend I’m not with you –snort– An Amtrak trip for the three of us might have been more than I could possibly handle — no room to rotf laughing.

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  3. janetl says:

    You packed well.

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    • june says:

      There’s only so many “old lady” cards one can play, so making sure I had what I needed and nothing more was essential; even at that I worried about the gentleman who offered to carry my bag up the Amtrak stairs. He was game but sorry he had offered.

      Giving away perfectly good clothes to make room for the book, of course, gives me bragging rights:-)

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