Apart from books by my favourite authors, (which doesn’t really count) the only things I collect are items I think my grandson may use for one of his many “projects” cardboard boxes (from match boxes to parcel size), ribbon, and those odd items (washers, plastic bottles, pine cones etc.) that may fire up a 9 year old’s imagination.
I’ve moved often in my life usually from one country to another taking only what we could carry so the idea of collecting for its own sake never took root. I’m a very practical soul. I do enjoy very much looking at other folks collections though! Facinating!
Such simple things, a visit with old friends, warm and loving, old fashioned concern and manners breaching our three generations.
I get to eat delicious home made Indian food along with a lesson in how to make it. Children eager to show their newly learnt dancing skills enlist my help as the audience. I’m taken to see a splendid tent made of sheets and quilts strung precariously from bunk bed to wardrobe. A modeled clay train (with a failed request to put a real fire inside) and paper and felt craft projects delight my senses. Small hands dutifully take water to the pet rabbits and hamsters. The table is set, the dishes washed, by young fingers while mum sits down to talk.
Not an Ipad, phone or TV show disrupts them from their happy creativity. No boredom here, no winge or murmur, just projects and fun, piano and guitar playing, circus acrobatics, badminton in the garden and table tennis on the dining room table and all around smiles. Can they be this good all the time I wonder? I’ve never once seen them naughty, but their parents assure me they have their moments. What then is this wonder of creative harmony? Ah yes, of course – they are home schooled.