Not forgetting the main INTERRUPTION (X)

I'm calling this (X) because I've lost track of where exactly it fits in the list of interruptions. But hopefully when I have this posting done, I really will be back on track.
The format of this posting is a bit chaotic - in some cases I only have composite images, but hopefully the text will add some clarity. There is more than one 'collection' included, but the object of the exercise is to "Get it Done!" never mind doing it perfectly

This first image is part of the Pile of Papers, mentioned in a previous posting. The paper folder marked 'Cookery' contains a wide selection of recipe's both in my mother's hand-writing, but also in the handwriting of her daughters and friends who gave her the recipes at various times. Some of the recipes are ones she gave to me. Interesting to think that I hated cookery, and having forced myself to do it while the family were young, I have now reduced the number of times I cook to an absolute minimum. Its a good job my husband is himself an outstanding cook, so at least he won't die of starvation.

 This next image is the contents of a box I received from a friend I met on the Camino and who walked a number of the stages with me.

Needless to say, the toilet roll had a special significance for us, but I love the uniqueness of the use she made of it to write me a 'long letter'.

The CD has photos of our journey, reminders of some of where we went and what we did.

 The folders are copies of the academic papers she submitted not long after we finished our 'long walk'.

To my shame, I cannot remember what the gift was that nestled in this lovely black shiny box.
Oh, I do hate this part of ageing where I forget things I thought I would always remember.

The green 'twin set' belonged to my mother, and she herself knitted the brown cardigan.

I think this bag of scraps of animal fur will end up in the bin, but I will put it in the C-box first, to ease the transition to oblivion. I collected these scraps over the years, and always hoped to create something significant from them. Alas, not so far anyway!

This item was a complete surprise. I didn't realize until I opened the envelope that I had some of the engineering drawings that my father made during my childhood when he studied for his AIMarE degree.

One image shows his signature.
The other image shows how he printed his name.
I found it interesting to see how he had used a very hard pencil to print.
I remember those pencils and how I hated that they made such faint lines.

Here you can see part of one of the drawings, and the meticulous way he worked.

These letterheads are from his work-life, both when he worked for Irish Shipping, and when he worked for himself.



Finally, there is a selection of items I drew over the years, some when I was preparing to do Art as a Leaving Cert subject. (In those days it was possible to collate results from more than one year, something not allowed nowadays.) Interesting that I thankfully never have to do stuff like this now that I am a working artist!

Well, at last hopefully, I'm back on track, and will do a 'normal' dip into those boxes and pull out a few more 'archival items' each with a story to tell. (and I passed the 200th posting over the last few days, and never noticed)