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Ann of Norway Dear judyanne with your lovely memories, And a piece of ribbon on a medal from the first world war and so the memorabilia grows and we don't know where to store it or display it, some gets hidden i drawers some framed, like the Christening gown of my grandmother's that my cousin has framed under glass it looks so beautiful, not faded so much. My house is mixed though as most of my memorabilia is in the form of stones and bones and feathers and shells and such things that I treat as the same worth and am sad if I loose a special one of them, so its easy to please me with a gift of a stone, I don't need anything else. And yet the old brooches are the finest designs, the modern ones not s,o unless one has a mint of money in the bank of course as good design always exists, but ....just but. One of many is my grandmother Young's tiny picture of St Christopher, now an obsolete saint, much loved by her family, the gown or habit of the saint is made of those most wonderful glistening butterfly's in the most intense blue and it changes colour as you rock it, i asked my mother if there was anything I would have from her mother it was that, no because I was religious but its calm gentle nature I loved, I have it here now in front of me. So it is. Could write more, heaven forbid I hear tut tut but must dash to London annanya

Something about this poem struck a chord in me and I really had to read it two or three times! Good job!

I keep certain things ... pictures from when the kids where small ... scratched notes on A4 paper made into mothers day cards from school ... none will ever be thrown out ... precious doesnt cover it Funny thing happened today i signed in this afternoon and this poem was not in my list weird because I looked to see if you had posted something after I went to bed last night love and hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x