The spring-cleaning continues. My aunt had palpitations when she saw all the books I was giving away, and so it was decided that she'd take the books (and one of my bookcases, seeing as I was planning on buying a new one anyway). So after days spent getting the place organised and everything neatly shelved, I achieved Zen neatness for a total of, oh, three hours? I now have a different stack of books taking up the floor: books un-homed by my relinquishing the old bookcase before I've purchased the new one. The theory is that it will stop me procrastinating in the search for new shelves. Let's hope it works.
The thing about spring-cleaning is that you discover treasures. Like this picture of my great-grandmother (my mother's father's mother), tucked into a copy of Uncle Tom's Cabin:
Clarisse Alma McFeeters (1902 – 1985)
She's about 12 years old in this picture (I think), and I inherited from her a habit of running my fingers continually through my hair when thinking. (Drives my grandfather, her son, quite mad whenever he catches me doing it.) Isn't she a stunning creature?
Another treasure I discovered was photos of my mother as a youngster. Not terribly new, of course, I've probably seen them before, but this time the conversation around the photos brought out something I hadn't known. Turns out my mother was a beauty queen! At the age of (well, we're not sure, actually; 15? 16?) she was Miss Islington. (This would be Islington of Adelaide.) My aunt claims to have a photo of Mum on the day of the pageant1, but in the meantime you can see photos of her the day after the pageant in the Miss Islington album.
- Not sure whether we're talking about the pageant which saw her crowned Miss Islington, or the pageant which saw her compete as Miss Islington for the crown of Miss Adelaide [↩]