It is true that some heirlooms are easier to appreciate than others, but then these things are, by their very nature, very personal. And though my father's parents, now deceased, were not artistically inclined, in a sense, the things I have from their home are my most cherished possessions. An old wooden bench that sat next to the fireplace, a tattered leather-covered chest from the cabana, '70s-era barstools from the kitchen the weighty trove of memories they hold belie their weakened structures. And like an intense devotion to the homely child you favor over your more comely progeny, the idea that perhaps I alone can see their true beauty makes them all the more special to me. The truth is, these are the things that make me feel most at home in my own home.
I believe that, in the end, sometimes it's the things that we don't choose like our genetic makeup, country of origin and handed-down treasures that reveal the most about who we are, where we came from and how good we've gotten at making the most of what we've been given.