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Thursday, 17 July 2008

Little jar of home


I took this photograph today for my Day2Day post. This is my little jar of home. I lived in San Francisco for a few years and, although it was a marvellous adventure, there were things I missed. No, I don't mean Marmite and decent teabags, my mum snuck them over in her suitcase several times a year, along with Sudocrem, vast quantities of Cadbury's and Oxo (yes, really, Oxo!). I missed people and I missed places. For my birthday, my niece and nephew (who were about 6 and 8 at the time) walked along my favourite beach in Norfolk, a place I where I have spent a lot of time, collecting pebbles. They put them in the jar and sent them over with my mum. I cried then and the memory of it still makes me cry now.


My little jar of home lives on my kitchen windowsill and I see it often during my day. Now, having lived with it in San Francisco, it also reminds of the beach there. For a small jar, it holds a lot of memories.

1 comment:

Alexandra said...

It is a beautiful present. I love pebbles. Mary keeps briging them home for me. I must find a lovely jar like yours, to put them in.