In My Mother's Small House Are Mansions of Memory
In her 92nd year, my mother's happenstance collages of her life are steadily growing both richer and deeper....a jumble of clips, slogans, photos, handicrafts and images. Aside from its complexity, it wouldn't mean all that much to you. These icons of other people's private lives never do.
It's unlikely you have a 92-year-old tennis-playing mother like Gerard does, but likely you have people in your family who have their own collages. Ask them about their collection of stuff. You may learn something very interesting about how they think.
Posted by Jill Fallon at April 7, 2007 8:00 AM | TrackBack | Permalink