When I would visit my Grandparent's in West Virginia I remember my Grandpa always having a big ring of keys. As a Christmas gift one year my Mom framed some of them for me. Now they hang on my wall and I think of the many doors my Grandpa opened with them. Also, I fondly remember the sound they made as he walked. The little things in life are sometimes the best things.
What a great way to preserve a memory
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Thank you! I love that life can be turned into art :)
I didn't grow up with knick knacks, but I love the stories they tell in our house now.
That is why everyone's story is so amazing. One thing has so many different meanings to different people.