Saturday, May 10, 2008

Moving Out

The inevitable day, sad day, of moving out of the house that I grew up in has arrived.
After weeks of sifting through the years of living, we moved my mom to a fab new apartment.
Where would I begin to record what memories I wanted?
Photos would not do it justice, and so, on the morning of the move, I traveled about, drawing here and there, snippets of what, at that particular moment, seemed significant to me.
Here they are. More TK as I move through the tag sale later today.


Ira Robbins said...

These are great. My father also did projects, mostly in wood, which he built in the basement...I imagine some are still in place in the house where I grew up...and they are part of another families daily life.
Moving is a fantastic to get to record it w/drawings.

memi said...

Ira, thanks- your family anecdote made me feel better- that though it is huge when it is happening, it happens to us all at one time or another- good to have some simpatico.