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FHWC 2013 Day 4: Why Was It Called A Living Room?


FHWC2013JoinMeDo you remember the staircase walls at Hogwarts, in the Harry Potter films? I do not mean the concept that the portrait characters moved in and out of the frames, but the idea that the walls were covered in picture frames — THAT was my Gramma’s house! 

The faded wallpaper was hidden by so many different sizes and types of wooden frames — gilded, pressed or lacquered.  Some had beveled (convex) glass, which created the impression that the eyes of the people behind the glass were following your every move! 

There was only one problem with Gramma’s house:  it wasn’t meant for young visitors.  She had all kinds of cool, old and odd stuff on display — but, nothing we were allowed to touch. (Mum’s rules.). 

My brother announced proudly, “We’re going to the Family Museum!” on the car ride there one Sunday afternoon. (That comment didn’t go over very well at all — I still think Mum overheard the conversation between us.).

And I  always wondered: Why did we call it her living room, when almost all her pictures were of dead people?

I remember her telling me, during one of our walks to the cemeteries that summer, that all of those blank-looking faces were related to us.  She laughed, as I must have looked horrified comprehending her confession.

Unfortunately, that didn’t make it any less unnerving for a particular nine-year-old with a vividly, overactive imagination, left alone at night in that room and expected to sleep — of all things — with “The Creepy Wall of Ancestors” still watching!

By June 1975, I was 12 when told that she had died.  What little I remember after the funeral was not pleasant: My father’s only sister, and the youngest child of the marriage, inherited everything.  When he asked about one particular item, he was told “No,” and the incident was dropped and forbidden to be repeated.

“Aunt E” passed away in July 2004.  She was divorced and without any children.  I learned about her passing in 2010 while reviewing microfilmed newspapers. [NOTE: My father and all his brothers (except Frank*, the eldest) are all gone too.].

And even now, I still wonder with a heavy heart, whatever happened to all those photographs that hung upon her walls and the museum pieces scattered about her living room?

Addenda (December 2016): A Genealogy Angel (and very special friend), Helen Smith from Australia, did some looking about and sadly discovered that my dear uncle had passed away some time in 2013. No obituary was published, and the seniors care home would not tell her much more.

Although I am saddened by the news my friend discovered, I am very thankful for her efforts!  Now, I am content that Frank, Dad and the rest of their siblings are with Gramma Rabbit to celebrate the holiday as they did all those years ago.

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    • I have made inquiries, but am not certain I will have much luck. It has been 9yrs since Aunt E died, and since she had no progeny, I have no idea who cleaned out her place of residence. It also is a slight disadvantage living in Alberta with all my family ties (or what’s left of them) in Ontario.

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  1. That’s why ya gotta share the stories behind the things…otherwise, they are meaningless, and the stories (untold) go to the dump or the thrift store along with the “things”
    For me this is probably the biggest reason I write my blog. I really believe that hearing the phrase “Maybe someone should write that down” was a call to action for me to save stuff like the stories of the creepy ol dead people on the wall in the spare bedroom

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