Wednesday, June 30, 2010

tuesdays treasures

hello all and welcome to my very first treasure Tuesday. it is the brain child of the gorgeous Clare of Clare's craftroom and if you click on her link you can visit many other bloggers showing off their treasures too. as you can imagine choosing just one treasure would be hard, so Clare is going to make this a weekly event so we can go through our whole life's history and show off what is most precious to us. my first treasure is very personal as you will see. i don't have a photo of it as i don't actually have it in my possession...one of my gorgeous sisters owns it. it is the travel diary which belonged to my mother who passed away before i turned 4. a few years ago now i borrowed the diary, typed it out and presented a copy to each of my siblings so that we each had an idea of how much love mum had not only for us but for her husband and the romance of countries she had always wanted to visit. i have printed the very first page which is not her writing but an introduction that i had written which explains why is is so precious to me... Travel Diary Property of J & B Jandrasec (Continued by the one with the M in front) My mother, Joyce Beverly Jandrasec, prior to her death in 1975, made the following entries about a family trip to Rome and Zagreb. I have typed the entries as they were straight from her personal diary. I’m sure you will agree my mother was very articulate and paints a perfect picture for the reader. These entries have made me giggle and have given me a little insight into her character. Along with the laughter I have cried. I know that my mother must have held me as a child, but of course I have no recollection. But when I read the following entry I cried, I realized that she was actually holding me!! –“What a picture, the little bald bell’boy’ and his wheelbarrow, followed by myself and Rosemary and in Indian file Melissa, Anita, Andrew and Boris with Narelle on his shoulders.” What an amazing feeling those words have given me. I love picturing what she has written; it gives me a memory even if it is manufactured. My most favourite is to picture Narelle, Anita and Melissa throwing snowballs at Mum and Dad on the mountain in Sljeme. Even though this is not her original handwriting, these are her original thoughts. I am comforted in the knowledge that I will forever have a little piece of my mother, and my children will have the same insight into her spirit as I do, and rest assured I will always keep that alive. there you have it...the thought of my mother holding me is my most precious treasure, even as i type that a tear slips down my cheek. i love reading her words and if it wasn't 19 pages long i would pop it on my blog for all of you to read. anyhow i guess my message is that treasures do not have to be tangible a mere thought of what was and what could have been are just as able to nourish your soul as a ring or a trinket... ok peeps, that's it from me smooches for a wonderful day/night xxrosey

9 comments:

A Bite of Country Cupcakes said...

Oh That is so very special!!!!!

clare's craftroom said...

Rosey that is a real treasure ! Thanks so much for playing and sharing this !

Sue said...

What a wonderful treasure the knowledge of your mother's love is.
Thanks for sharing your special thoughts

nata_says_so said...

Wow :)

I've never seen this diary or read its contents, but I'm certain that I would have a lot in common with my Grandma. She was a special lady, I love hearing mum and grampa's stories about her.

Thank you for sharing :)
xnata

soggibottom said...

I have heard it say, that it's not always what we do, but what we leave behind.
X X X

Bunny said...

It is a precious treasure, Rosey. You are all so very lucky to have such a keepsake from your mother. :)

xo

marina said...

How beautiful. Definitely a treasure.

BubzRugz said...

Very special to be able to get an insight into your mothers life all those years ago.... wonderful treasure

babalisme said...

That's one special treasure for any persons to have and cherished their whole days through.