Daily Archive: February 27, 2005

My father’s: a lion-headed meerschaum pipe, tinged a warm golden brown, nestled in the velvet lining of a worn black leather pipe-shaped case. His father’s: a photo of himself as a small child in a white smock sitting astride a tall black ostrich, reins in hand, one small foot dangling. His mother’s: a snub-footed footstool, rounded in beige plush, a needlepoint bouquet in muted colors centered for resting feet. Her mother’s: a large tarnished silver brooch, its circled edge framing a standing waterbird with one wing raised, a smaller bird crouching beneath. My mother’s: a doll-sized china teapot, teacup and...