Someone Else's Memories

This image is from the home of someone who passed away sometime ago.  I captured it when I was taking pictures for as estate sale, something I do as a sort of strange hobby.  Anyway, it struck me when I was looking at it today that sometimes this is what happens to our memories, our souvenirs, or cherished trinkets.  

My great aunt died years ago.  Before she passed, she asked me to make sure all the family photos she possessed didn't end up in some antique store.  That would break her heart.  And it would mean that no one treasured those memories just as she had for all her 90 years.  And, saddest of all, few of them were annotated, so no one would know who they were.  Not until the people in these pictures shown here.

This picture evokes for me a peek into the lives of someone I never knew, never hope to know.  I can only imagine their stories.  That, I believe, is something good.  I would only hope that my odd little treasures bring the same curiosity and perhaps inspiration to someone someday.  

Someone else's memories are now in an odd way, mine.

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