You’ve seen pictures of such feathers here. They are feathers of the Guineafowl, a very noisy bird that my mother was growing in her household.
Many years ago(at least ten years), I used to make unique accessories using such feathers. I’m not doing that anymore, because I’m no longer patient. But I still have many such feathers. I find it hard to throw them because it’s a memory from my mother. I do not know how they resisted until now. They’re still wonderful. I remembered these feathers after seeing Albert’s post. They look great in pictures, too
My memories mean a lot to me, and I hold them close to my heart. Radhika Apte
Do you have things you can not throw away because they are part of your memories?