Some precious belongings

Last week Sis and I went through Father's old books and files.  Some of his things are more than 60 years old, like the letters he received from his village in China.  Some of his books are so old that they are tattered and torn, some however, are still in relatively good condition.  I still remember a few weeks before he left us, he was worried about his books.  He asked Sis what would happen to his books if he dies and whether Sis would like to have the books. 

Going through his books and files I realized he was such an intellectual man, far surpassing any of his children. Many of his books are of such high literary standards that the writings are beyond my ability to comprehend.  We decided to donate the books which are still in good condition to a library.  As for the rest which are tattered and torn, Sis would consult the religious experts whether we could burn the books for him, becasue we just could not bring ourselves to throw them away, knowng how precious they were to him. 

   
Today Sis and I went through Mother's old clothings and decided to donate most to charity. I kept several as momentos.

I remember she used to light up everytime I bought her materials to make clothes.  Sometimes I brought her along to the shops to choose for herself. I remember too that she preferred quieter colours like greys, browns, light blue, light green.  She would not wear bright colours like yellow and red, saying those colours are too "young" for her.  Also, she had only a very limited design preference.

SPeng