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silversolitaire) wrote2001-06-26 09:27 pm
silversolitaire) wrote2001-06-26 09:27 pm
On a journey to the past....
I was searching for a silver chain in my house a few minutes ago. For those who don't know it, I'm lodging in my granny's house who sadly deceased, what 4 years ago? Anyway, I found this little silver cross that I've bought last year, yet never wore. It's pretty, very delicate with a blood colored gem in the middle. I thought, maybe grams has some chain lying around in her old bedroom. So I went upstairs and inside. Note, I hardly ever go in there for obvious reasons. Especially since I'm convinced that this place is haunted... I went inside and went through the drawers near the bed, feeling really strange. I found bars of soap that never were used, some cheap jewelry, old socks and pieces of underwear... very weird.
In the nightstand I found some watch which made me a bit sad, because it was the exact same model of the watch my grandpa used to wear, made for a female wrist. My granny never wore it for a reason... Further below I found a whole bunch of letters. Now that was really weird. I read them. Or tried to. Most of them were nearly illegible. Some really old telegrams from the 40s or so, telling my granny that her beloved husband had been killed in the war. She later went out and married my grandfather, her cousin. Out of social security. She never loved him. I'm quite sure of that. She was a cold woman.
I found letter from her lover, I assume. Unfortunately I could hardly read his handwriting. And I found instructions how to send mail to her brother, who was a prisoner of war. "Serial No. 51 234, Prisoner of War of Canada, Camp 30, Ottawa". This is so weird... He never came back from there.
Anyway, this was really strange. I looked through her timeplanners a bit, but there was hardly anything in there. Sometimes I wish I could find something to understand her more. All I know from her is her coldness and the confused babble of my grandfather as he slowly lost his mind. I often wonder why she never loved me. I tried so hard, I tried to love literature as much as she did, tried to be interesting and intelligent. Yet she never loved me, because I was a girl and she only knew how to handle men. She had brothers, husbands, cousins and sons, but no girls. So I was useless for her.
And I tried so hard. I read every book in her library, hoping she would ask me about it, I learned to type on her typewriter, hoping she'd ask me about the sounds of the keys clicking. She never did... She always preferred my brother...
Well... it's weird. I found my silver chain now. I'm wearing my cross now and I'm waiting for the ghosts to haunt me again for intruding on them.
It's strange....
In the nightstand I found some watch which made me a bit sad, because it was the exact same model of the watch my grandpa used to wear, made for a female wrist. My granny never wore it for a reason... Further below I found a whole bunch of letters. Now that was really weird. I read them. Or tried to. Most of them were nearly illegible. Some really old telegrams from the 40s or so, telling my granny that her beloved husband had been killed in the war. She later went out and married my grandfather, her cousin. Out of social security. She never loved him. I'm quite sure of that. She was a cold woman.
I found letter from her lover, I assume. Unfortunately I could hardly read his handwriting. And I found instructions how to send mail to her brother, who was a prisoner of war. "Serial No. 51 234, Prisoner of War of Canada, Camp 30, Ottawa". This is so weird... He never came back from there.
Anyway, this was really strange. I looked through her timeplanners a bit, but there was hardly anything in there. Sometimes I wish I could find something to understand her more. All I know from her is her coldness and the confused babble of my grandfather as he slowly lost his mind. I often wonder why she never loved me. I tried so hard, I tried to love literature as much as she did, tried to be interesting and intelligent. Yet she never loved me, because I was a girl and she only knew how to handle men. She had brothers, husbands, cousins and sons, but no girls. So I was useless for her.
And I tried so hard. I read every book in her library, hoping she would ask me about it, I learned to type on her typewriter, hoping she'd ask me about the sounds of the keys clicking. She never did... She always preferred my brother...
Well... it's weird. I found my silver chain now. I'm wearing my cross now and I'm waiting for the ghosts to haunt me again for intruding on them.
It's strange....