Sunday, September 06, 2015
They give us a sense of who we are. They are true.
Those that recur and recur are told out loud and become legends.
So many others fade out and disappear.
Memories are valuable but they are also vulnerable.
This is why I believe in artifacts.
Maybe it is why I make quilts.
Because artifacts hold the memories for us.
I have the portrait of my great grandparents in Finland.
But the memory those objects hold for me
is of my kind uncle Henry when he gave them to me.
He passed them on to me in 2011.
I felt his generosity, friendliness, and kindness.
I felt his love
and I remember that.
I'll always have that.
He wanted me to have them
and so I have that.
I began a new nine patch while traveling up to the funeral.
R.I.P. Henry Niskala 1929-2015