I look at a board on a wall in front of my writing desk. It is a point of inspiration and love.
Photos, notes, reminders.
The earliest photo is from the 1930’s. My great-grandmother (Orphan Annie) and my great-grandfather James who died in 1940.
A newspaper clipping and photo of my paternal grandparents 50th wedding anniversary in 1973. Photo of a dear cousin and her husband, both gone now much much too early. And my parents gone in 1980’s. A photocopy of my father’s army application filled out on a Friday the 13th in 1942 at the age of 17.
So many dead and gone. BUT interspersed throughout the board, the Living. Sons, grandsons, siblings, in-laws, and another dear cousin who is my mini me.
Life and lives. Memories made and being made. A wedding invitation for September 2017 of a dear nephew and his bride to be.
I love my wall. I love the reminders of all whose paths transverse mine.
My Gratitude Wall.
This is just the starting point. There are not enough walls to hold the photos of those who have gone, and those who live who warm my heart and spirit.
I am Blessed.
Inspiring. Thanks.
Oh love,h should obviously have been lovely. And thanks for following my new blog. That’s two of you, you and Joss
Beautiful Chris, what a love built wall.
Hi Colleen
Everyone needs a gratitude wall like that. Love that you have the old pictures mixed in with the more recent ones!
A Wall of Love, made with love with your own two hands. It’s perfect Chris, and I can see why the memories it holds for you inspire and motivate. It’s beautiful and meaningful.
That’s love,h Chris. All those memories and more in front of you as you sit down to write.