The History of Objects

The other day I went to the Antique Mall, one of my absolute favourite places to be. I ended up getting a tea cup (to add to my growing collection) as well as these cute love bird clip on dangly earrings. I love them, They're adorable. Anyways, I started to look around my room, and see all of the other old treasures that I've collected, and now hold dear to my heart, not only do I have tea cups wandering around my room, but i also have a fair little collection of records, and black and white photographs framed of strangers. I have old books and tins and jewellery. I really am a lover of old things. So I started  to think about why I love all these things, and I have decided, that for one, my mother has instilled this love within me from all of the years of pulling off to the side of the road to go look around the small antique shop or barn that she spotted. Every road trip included an antique store stop. the other reason i like these things, is that I like that they all have a history. I like the idea that my most treasured belongings, were once somebody else's treasures, and someday, they will be somebody else's treasures. These objects get passed along through their lifetime. Sometimes they sit upon shelves in stores, sometimes they sit upon shelves in people's cozy homes. They have a life of their own. They each have stories of their own. I have a picture framed of an old man from the 1930's. I love this picture. Lots of people think I'm a kook for having this picture of some strange old man, but I love it. I think he looks interesting, I think he looks like he has bundles of memories and stories that he's just dying to tell someone. He looks quirky. And for those reasons, he is framed, above my bed, I have named him Frank. He looks like a Frank. A Frank with millions of stories lurking behind his eyes.