A box of my da’s old things ;o). See, after he died in ‘02, my momma either gave away his belongings (mostly his clothes, shoes, and colognes) while most of them were put into storage or shipped to my grandmother’s house. In the process of moving—she to Miami and me to Istanbul—I found a box of what I believe were da’s favourite things. There’s a painting of him when he looked like he was in his late 20s or early 30s; it was done in Rota (Cadiz, Andalusia, Spain). Also in the box: a silver lighter, a Cross pen set, old newspaper clippings, several written in notepads, foreign currency, official military reports detailing the circumstances of why he was awarded certain medals while serving in Viet Nam, and old school transcipts (all As except for an A- for a semester of French his sophomore year in college!). I’ll try and allocate some luggage space for the painting when I leave for the ‘Bul in a few weeks. I want a part of my daddy with me for this new adventure ;o)
Posted on Sunday, 13 September 2009