A collection of things lost to time and place.
A found grocery list. Hope they remembered to get their terlet paper!
The death of an umbrella.
Zalman, my grandfather’s cousin, signing the document that allowed him to move to Israel to be with his son. This was the last time I ever saw him–he died shortly after moving to Israel.
The garage in the house I grew up in. My mom wrote the names and birthdays of me and my brother when we moved there.
The chalkboard basement at my grandmother’s house, where my father and his brother kept track of baseball scores when they were children. After more than 40 years, their writing is still intact.