My mother always kept a ‘what not’ shelf, items chosen and displayed on the basis of some personal association or memory, bearing no relation to possible dollar value. I suppose the Jewish word tchotchki has now come into more general use. At our house, Paul and I keep a ‘what not’ shelf, to which every Christmas I add two, now pretty battered, Christmas choristers that were always a part of our family holiday decorations. I believe they came from my grandmother, who would have turned 117 this year. (She didn’t quite make her goal of living in three centuries.)
I have written another sketch that discloses my personal reflection on the keeping of clutter, enchanting perhaps to the collector, sometimes beguiling to others.
Burning the Books
Beginning or End?
Small blessings #4: Just a touch of rose.