a box of family heirlooms hitched a ride with us. a family tree heavy with hand-made fruits; linen, embroidery, crochet and doilies. lots of doilies. amongst our new new possessions there were tiny treasures that were not objects but people. at least they were people to me. not a teacup but a great-grandmother. not a penny but a grandfather. not a doily but a mother. objects are not just objects. objects are vessels for memories. objects are a brand new series.