I'm reading this little book about things from our past, its very "place-specific" to where I'm from, things that ended up in junk yards and thrift stores years ago and are forgotten now..its a very "tactile" book, brings back memories from when I was 5 or so, of elaborate wallpaper patterns, tea drunk from thin glasses and a wall-mounted radio that never shuts up, of scary glass-eyed fox in the armoar.. and messes and gossip of all sorts, when there were no chores, only adventures, and you made play out of everything, from doing dishes to buffing old wood floors, or whatever else your grandma needed you to do. Things seemed to be around forever and there was comfort in being surrounded by old sturdy furniture, rugs and china that have been in the family for years..I feel uprooted at times without this stuff in my life, part of me is gone with them.