Nana’s Blog: Visible symbols of the invisible bonds

My summer trip reminded me of a connect the dot picture. The home at the first dot has a framed petite point embroidered picture of ‘Pink Lady’ that our mother did, it goes with the ‘Blue Boy’ picture that hangs on my living room wall. Great Grandma’s writing desk is here too.
At the second dot our Grandmother’s tomato teapot is in use and the petite point picture here is an oval of beautiful flowers.
The third dot is where Grandmother’s china cabinet is. I remember pressing my face up against the glass doors, fascinated by the white trees on Grandma’s set of Silver Birch fine china. That china is now in a china cabinet in my dining room. The framed petite point here is ‘Red Boy’.
These are all visible symbols of the invisible bonds that tie us together. We are sisters and on this trip I realized how much the same, yet different we are. I share a different interest with each. I go shopping with one, spend a day baking and going through old recipes with another, and with the other I trade knitting patterns and play Facebook games.
Generations of school teachers in the family have given us all a love of books. While we all enjoy a well written story in any genre, a rousing historical adventure will make one happy, a good mystery for another, family sagas will do it for the next one, and for the other nothing beats a good old classic.
The next dot is the home of my daughter and her family. The mother daughter bond is a strong one and many of its symbols are invisible, only seen with the eyes of the mother or daughter. Here there is an antique curio cabinet that comes from my husband’s family. It holds small ornaments from both families, mementos that blend the families together.
My granddaughters are becoming young women with the solid foundation of family values from generations past. They are taking the personality traits, the likes and dislikes and sifting through them, keeping some, discarding others and adding new ones. The finished result will be three individual women, three sisters, the same, but different.
The odometer shows 2096 kilometres when I finish the loop back at the dot that I started from. This trip seems to have given me a deeper insight into the lives of my family members, a clearer picture of all the invisible ties that bind us together. I have enjoyed connecting the family dots and the time spent in the homes of each, but as I pull into my parking spot I have to agree with Dorothy, there is no place like home.

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