Inherited Collections

I suspect collecting skips a generation in my family. Both of my parents were collectors. My mother adored Barbie dolls, beanie babies, and even plates while my father had road maps, baseball cards, and stamps. Perhaps growing up under the weight of their collections turned me away from what I generally deemed clutter.

Of course, after my father passed away last year, I unintentionally found myself inheriting his collections. Though it all just seemed like even more mess to deal with, I did find myself taken with his drinking glasses. I’d found them spread out between several boxes along with newspaper articles and Christmas garland.

My grandmother explained that while my father was stationed in Germany, (sometime in the early 80’s), he would buy and mail home interesting glasses that he’d come across. 

He had big ones...

...small ones...

...plain ones...

...intricately designed ones...

...and this freaky thing.