Margaret's House

Margaret’s House

August 2000

Albany, NY

 

 

My great aunt died and I went up to her house right outside of Albany the day before the funeral.  I went to her house to see if there was a little something of hers I wanted to keep as a small memento of hers.

 

Although Aunt Margaret and my uncle had been to our house many, many times in my lifetime, we never went to her house.  Her place was a mystery to us.  They lived in a small, two-bedroom house in a development.  The house was probably built after WWII.  It wasn’t fancy.  

The furniture was probably purchased in the 60s.  It appears as if nothing had changed in that time because their cigarette ashtrays, on a stand, were still scattered around the house and they both gave up smoking years ago.

The place was packed with stuff and every piece I picked up was filled with mystery, whimsy or intrigue.  I was with my sister, her husband and two children and we left with so much stuff that there was barley any room for us in the van