I happened upon this exhibit at the National Heritage Museum a few years ago. The theme of the show was “REMEMBER ME,” and displayed random personal artifacts that had been kept, cherished, passed down: war medals, a child’s 1869 diary, a small, worn baseball glove, a Belgian handkerchief a WW1 soldier brought home to his sweetheart. The pocket calendar carried by a new husband on his 1920s honeymoon to Niagara Falls.
My imagination was caught by how what we own and what we decide to keep tells so much about us. It made me wonder which possession I would choose, out of all the objects in my home, to say “me” after I am gone, and inspired the new novel I am writing.
