THE STORIES OF THINGS: EPISODE 11- Yellowed page
‘Memories are flames that warm our hearts during physical distance, grief, and sorrow.
They are ghosts haunting our minds like a dear friend. Memories perpetuate our lives’ (Raquel)
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THE STORIES OF THINGS: EPISODE 10 – A SPECIAL CHRISTMAS ORNAMENT
‘one day she took the time to stitch trees and a mailbox with the abbreviation of our province, and with intention she tied a red ribbon with frayed edges on its hook, and then she took her time to mail it to our home for it to find its rightful spot on our mismatched tree.’ (Caylee)
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THE STORIES OF THINGS: EPISODE 9 – NOTHING FANCY
‘… a black box with a simple white label on it which says: ‘letters from dad’. Nothing fancy…’ (Amanda Ghanbarpour)
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THE STORIES OF THINGS: EPISODE 8 – THE BROOCH
‘I can hold the brooch in my palms. I can carry on her legacy and lessons – the way she took care of the old garden; how to treat plants and people. I can remember her relentless resilience, and the way she took care of all of us.’ (Anett Teresia)
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THE STORIES OF THINGS: EPISODE 7 – A BLUE AND WHITE ENAMEL MILK PAN
‘The last texts we exchanged were about the pan; he asked if I’d perfected the technique, and I told him I had, that I had been having a hot chocolate a day since he gave it to me, and I couldn’t wait till we were together at Christmas so that I could make him one. ‘ (Sophie Caldecott)
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THE STORIES OF THINGS: EPISODE 6 – THE PEN
‘I really appreciate how my pen can make sense of my thoughts. Muddled midnight ramblings become coherent sentences with clearer direction once I touch my pen to paper. But it has to be this pen, the one that perfectly fits in the bump of my finger… the one that has my name, as it was when I was 10 years old, engraved on the end of it. The pen that holds a lifetime of dreams, and will play such an important role in manifesting those to come.’ (Tammy)
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THE STORIES OF THINGS: EPISODE 5 – THE JUMPSUIT, THE BOOTIE AND THE HAT
‘Memories of m children’s early years spill out in layers: I catch a glimpse of her first bib, speckled with polka dots and tomato sauce spillages too persistent to clean; here’s the dungarees they all wore for their early steps, wobbling like jack-in-the-boxes, mouths open with excitement and concentration, one shiny dribble at the corner. And so they emerge, year by year, each milestone a bounty of feelings and anticipation.’
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THE STORIES OF THINGS: EPISODE 4 – ROSES FROM THE ROSARY
‘The train slowed down and the man told me this was his stop. I got up and we hugged goodbye. For the rest of the ride I held on to the roses as I let go of my numbness. ‘ Therese Bagshaw
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THE STORIES OF THINGS – SPACES WE LIVE IN
‘We’d started East, taking the DLR to the first of a series of events for the London Open House weekend.
We had traversed the city by foot, on the river bank, imagining life in a river boat, garden on the roof, sun loungers folded neatly at the side, a pandemonium of flower pots hanging from each window. ‘
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