So, he spent a morning with his family at his gran's house, making lists and dividing up the mementos and objects that make up a person's life, just as we had done with my gran a few years before.
My memory is mostly of one Christmas, when we gathered with a few relatives, and the four females (my mom, aunt, myself and my cousin) each had a turn to choose a piece of jewellery. We went around the circle until all was spent, and each walked away with a little hoard of sometimes beautiful, sometimes broken, sometimes valuable, sometimes not, jewels. No matter the value to us, they had all once meant something to my gran.
But anyway, I've diverted. We were talking about Wonderboy. He returned from aforementioned treasure hunt with many treasures for me. Being a great lover of all things vintage, I covert gorgeous grabs from the olden days. And I was treated to the greatest - silky silken scarfs, minature clutch bags, and gemmed necklaces. Bliss.