Writing Prompt: Memories for Sale

On a weekend road trip, far away from home, you stumble upon a garage sale in a neighborhood you’re passing through. Astonished, you find an object among the belongings for sale that you recognize. Tell us about it.

On a road trip one summer, my daughter and I decided to take a tour of  Moncton ,New Brunswick. We were driving around the city to see some favorite spots,as we were moving along  around the neighborhood, I saw a large “Garage Sale”, sign, we decided to stop and check it out. There were many interesting things on sale, I wondered as I moved along, why were they selling so many antiques. I was told the owner had died few months ago, the kids were not interested to keep any of it so they put up all these memorabilia for sale.

I thought about it for a few minutes and wondered would the things I accumulated with so much love will have the same fate? I brushed off that sad feeling and continued to walk around to see if I’d like something to take back with me. Unexpectedly I spotted a painting I had given to my youngest daughter, I picked it up, my memories of that painting flashed me by,this was the one my husband and I bought from the Franklin mint , we loved it so much and thought of passing it on someday to my youngest daughter.

when she came home for a visit the first thing she   asked for was that same painting which was collecting dust on the roadside, because it was her favorite I immediately gave it to her, I was shocked to see, it was one of the items for sale.

I was torn, shall I buy it or forget I saw it, I ended up moving away, I told myself it will only bring back memories which will hurt my feelings. 

Without saying a word I got into the car and decided I didn’t want to see any more of the city!

 

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7 thoughts on “Writing Prompt: Memories for Sale

  1. Dear Ranu,

    Thank you for this poignant post. Art can carry for us such large meaning.

    All good wishes,

    robert

  2. I love the feeling that you express. In the end memories are torn in two. I was just reflecting today as I was looking at some of my mother’s art work – some family just look at the dollar value but the value in art is in expression, memories, history…
    You always look at life from a beautiful pearch

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