Just wanted to share a few more images from Zane’s scrapbook and box of love letters.
And a few thoughts:
* I didn’t expect to stir up so many emotions last night and if I made you cry, I’m sorry! Although, I totally get it. I didn’t talk yet about the emotional side of this find, though I was planning to. I think it goes without saying, it’s so much more than stuff to me. I’ll never sell it, never try to turn a profit on it. Sure, these cards are pretty collectible, sometimes they go for $5-8 (or more) a piece in antique shops, but I’ll never break this collection up. It’s far too personal and very, very special. I quickly realized that morning at her sale, that I was not there buying things for Frecklewonder. I was there on a little rescue mission.
* I learned (via a facebook comment) last night that Zane died in her home at age 85. Her husband of 62 years died there as well, just a few months before her. I hadn’t thought to go to google, so thanks to Jennifer for this little piece of the puzzle.
* I was asked if estate sales ever make me sad. And the answer is No. At least, not from my perspective. Sure, the dealers show up and are picking to flip stuff and make money (and yes, sometimes I am one of those dealers). And sometimes when I go to estate auctions, it can feel a little bit like there’s a wild pack of dogs bidding and fighting over who gets what. I don’t approach these things with those feelings though. And sales like this are not very common… this one was so personal, that it’s impossible for me to not feel a connection with her, and honor all of these amazing treasures that are now in my hands. Does that make sense? I hope it doesn’t make me sound like a weirdo. I drink my morning coffee out of her mug (the beautiful franciscan one!) and my kids sit on her velvet sofa to watch their shows, and our family listens to records on her Zenith cabinet, how could I not feel some sort of connection to her? I consider her a friend. What would make me sad is if that scrapbook and that box of love letters ended up in a landfill. That would make me sad. According to the records (and from what I gathered at the sale) Zane was the last of the bunch. There was no one to leave her belongings to, so she donated everything to her church, and those are the folks who held the sale. Many of them were lifetime friends. There was a special kind of energy there, and it definitely wasn’t sadness. Tough to put into words. More like a celebration, as it should be.
* I was also asked if this kind of stuff ever creeps me out. And the answer is Never. We’re all human beings and in the end, these are just our things, right? I assume most of us are comforted by the idea that after we’re gone, that perfect someone will be there, waiting to honor our odd collections. I know I definitely hope that my treasured things don’t end up in a pile curbside, on their way to a landfill. Surely there is someone who will fall over with happiness to inherit my radios, right? I didn’t necessarily intend to talk much about death or afterlife or spirits or any of those things in this Zane series… I mostly wanted to share her things with you, but maybe this topic is unavoidable? I look at this stuff of hers, that now belongs to me (and that even sounds weird to say, it doesn’t belong to me, I suppose I’m just keeping it safe for her) and I think a few things: I think- wow, what a different world we live in now. It’s so fast and digital. And there was a time, not so long ago when you might receive a hundred little cards with real handwriting, for being under doctor’s care. At this moment, I have countless emails in my inbox and the likelihood of me answering even half of them is laughable. It’s one of those things that swallows me alive on some days. Email. I also think about how extremely lucky and ‘right place, right time’ this whole thing is. Like everything lined up so perfectly that this collection of memories and tiny slice of history did not end up in a landfill. And I could have easily lounged in bed that morning, but I listened to the voice that said GET UP. GO. NOW.
Anyhow… just a few thoughts off the top of my head. It’s a lot to think about, a lot to process. Maybe that’s why I’ve been quietly sitting with it for 8 weeks now. Lots to take in.
I will be back later today to share all the other amazing, incredible things from Zane’s estate.
Thanks for your comments! I hope that Miss Zane feels the love today.