In Fun
Its a glass SWAN
Its a glass SWAN

 When I was little I loved nothing more than to touch and destroy everything my parents held near and dear to their hearts. For example, there was this glass rooster that just appeared someday (turns out it was a birthday gift) so eventually and inevitably I broke off the end of its tail and pinned it on my little brother who was probably three at the time. I broke most of the things I laid my eyes and grubby hands on, but one priceless antique always eluded me, The Swans. The Swans were, without a doubt, the second most important thing to my parents, the first always being locked up behind glass so I could never get at it. The Swans, however. sat up in the open air on an old table. They’re two glass swans about a foot long and a foot and a half tall. They were passed down from my great aunt, Aunty Ree, when we moved in and she moved out. I guess that makes it a relatively new family heirloom.  Since I’ve done a little growing since the age of 5, I think I can now appreciate the beauty and craftsmanship that went into making them. 

Place(s): quiny
Year: 1888

– HA

Relationship:  Great-grandchild of im/migrant or more Great-grandchild of im/migrant or more