A Strange Mixture of Joy and Sadness

Spending hours and hours starting at pictures of people and places long gone really puts me into a strange frame of mind. While looking at some pictures of my grandmother's living room in the Haskell Road house, I could recall very vividly exactly how every object in that room felt to the touch, and even how they smelled. I remember running my fingers over the cloth-and-wire front to the Victrola, and the worn finish on the curved molding around the top of the living room table, and the smoothness of the threads on the couch. And it is all gone.