It's so crazy. One moment I want to get rid of everything and the next I'm hoarding little bits of paper because they have my mother's handwriting on them. And I think, if I can't get rid of a mass produced glass bowl, how the hell do I deal with hundreds of homemade mixed tapes? AAAAAAAGH.
Some nice things happened, though. We found a box of little soaps and toothbrushes from Japan Airlines (my aunt was a flight attendant in the 60s and 70s). Among them was a little box of men's soap labeled "Duke and Forsyth Superior Soap." It smelled exactly--EXACTLY--like my grandfather. He died when I was 12, but the scent was unmistakable.
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Date: 2017-07-12 08:21 pm (UTC)Some nice things happened, though. We found a box of little soaps and toothbrushes from Japan Airlines (my aunt was a flight attendant in the 60s and 70s). Among them was a little box of men's soap labeled "Duke and Forsyth Superior Soap." It smelled exactly--EXACTLY--like my grandfather. He died when I was 12, but the scent was unmistakable.