Lost works of art  

hi dawnald yes I think so too,we get so hung up on things even
precious things, and forget that our loved ones are even more precious than lovely pieces of art. I love art and music and
all of culture, but I have never lost sight of the fact that they are all things, and people are flesh and blood.When we had our disaster this past fall, and all our stuff was put in storage I thought it was the end of everything, but I was wrong. I am still alive and so is my son, and even though the economy sucks right
now it will get better and we will be better off.

They are just things but they help place us and I guess that's why they mean something. I hate to see photographs in antique shops, auctions etc as they are someone's family and it seems a great shame to me that folk throw these things out as unimportant when they are clearing houses etc. However, I would always prefer to have the person than their photo!

Good morning, my friend!

I remember the "Tower of Blue Horses", when it was used as a "Wheel of Fortune" clue on Yuwie! I have to say, I had never heard of it until then. But, I remember the picture of it that you showed there and liked it!

I can think of a lot of things I've lost over the years, but it never generally bothered me, as with moving so much in my life and not being able to take everything with us all the time, things just have never held that much importance to me. Except one.

As you know, my son is profoundly deaf, but he had more hearing and speech when he was very young. One day, when he was about 18 months old, I made a tape recording of he and I talking and singing, just spending a regular day at the house together. It became very precious to me, as I had no idea then, how much his ability to speak and sing was never going to be the same. As time went on, I would play that for myself, every now and then--and always it would bring tears to my eyes.

One night, many years later, there was going to be a broadcast of Thomas Edison's biography on PBS. Thomas Edison had always been a lifetime hero of my husband's. He wasn't going to be home to watch the program, as he was working. As a nice gesture to him, I decided to tape record the show. This was before we had a VCR--even before anyone had one. The room was rather dark, and I went searching through our box of cassettes, looking for a blank one or at least one that it wouldn't matter if I taped over. I grabbed one that looked like a likely candidate and taped the entire program, which actually took 2 tapes. As you may have guessed by now, I accidentally discovered the next day that I had taped over my little son's voice! It was gone forever and I was heartsick!! I've never gotten over it completely--the thought still brings tears to my eyes. :-(

One of the things that I have learned over the years is that people seldom mourn the loss of a thing--what they mourn is the loss of memories, whether it's a person, place or thing. I learned that pictures, recordings of any kind, should be kept as safe as gold. In the end, those memories and their recordings are what matter. You can't replace them and even if you've lost someone, you can still bring them back in a recording, if only for a little while.

Yes, we do get too hung up on things and stuff that really isn't that important. Our families are what is the most important, everything else is just stuff. I checked out the Franz Marc pictures at the link you listed (mostly because of the word horses) LOL and his stuff is wonderful. Very vibrant, colorful, my favorite type and subject too. Horses are my favorites but I like is cats and dogs too. Thank you for introducing me to Franz Marc!

Oh honey, my husband told him mom he would just light a fire to her house when she dies. She's VERY into material things, of antique varity! It's like an antique store blew up in her house. Here I am chunking stuff, to downsize, and she is collecting more at 70. LOL!

of course we are to obsessed with things. Things have different meaings to different people. Some it is security hhaving things, or things are a symbl of their status in society, or better yet...certain things we hang on to because it keeps us connected to certain to cetain people that have been in our lives.

Hi dawnald,


I once had my purse stolen, I didn't bother about the money that was in there but a photo, it was a photo of my mum when she was a young woman, it was the only photo I had that of my mum at hat age, and still feel rather anry about it when I think of it. I know its only a photo but it meant a lot to me, now that mum has gone, I treasure the memories of my mum.


Tamara

While yes, people in our lives are greatly more precious than "things" I can't help thinking that our "things" are just as precious also, especially things that may have belonged to our ancestors...sort of a time machine that allows us to go to our roots to remember them. I still have glass photos that look like they're from the Civil War period and the woman in it must be my great-great grandmother. But sadly over the years things have become "lost" so to say. As a major clean-up task in 2001 when my mother and I were threatened with eviction due to the cat problem she created, our lawyer advised us to get rid of just about everything as it may contain "pet odor"---so one of the things I had to throw out were all my oil paintings, including the very FIRST one I ever did when I was only six years old and it was of a still life and heck for a six year old, not bad...but that was a part of MY past and I really hated to chuck it out--I don't have ONE painting of mine now...

I agree with a good answer.

Oh yes I have lost many things that are precious to me. Photographs of days of yore. When I left for college, these photos were kept at my parent's home. As they did a lot of moving from one house and another, these personal effects are no more. Well, that is life cest la vie!