|The Things We Hold Dear
|The photos on this page were taken in northern Spain,
most of them on or near the Atlantic coast.
|She came back with a King Edward cigar box and sat with it on her knees.
After she opened it, she stared down at the contents, as if the letters
and snapshots and papers within were treasures awaiting discovery.
She fingered through handwritten notes and birthday cards and
elementary school report cards. "My momma gave me these things.
She said these were the little bits of us that she held dear."
-- Robert Crais, "Voodoo River"
|There is a place in all our memories, a place we moved away from long ago,
but never left behind. It still sits quietly, patiently waiting - knowing that it
is not forgotten, any more than it has forgotten. -- Elizabeth Spencer
|In one way or another, everything remembered is dear. -- Susan Sontag
|Gather well your memories,
Store them against tomorrow;
There may be a time when the song is gone,
And their joy you'll need to borrow.
-- Mabel Gabbott
|No matter how far we wander, we can, in an instant, call back
precious memories of home and family. -- Valerie Luesse
|Into my heart's treasury I slipped a coin
That time cannot rust, nor a thief purloin;
Better than the minting of a gold-crowned king
Is the safe-kept memory of a lovely thing.
-- Sara Teasdale
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