Cleaning up the attic I found an old wooden cigar box. In my mother’s handwriting it said on the lid: “Marlaine 10 years old”. Inside was a collection of small objects sculpted with colorful childrens’ clay: an elephant that lost his head,a snake, a Mother Mary, a castle, a turtle laying on his back, a mother pig feeding her children…. All glued together during the time.
So this is how I started.
What a fabulous box of memories the *treasures on the attic* is! Tangible joy!