When my aunt would come visit she would open our closets looking for I don't know what. I remember how odd I thought that was...too personal. Now I do that everyday in someone else's house. I take the intimacy very seriously and be as respectful as I can. Some houses are just sadder than others...because people have not been able to take care of them or they are no longer on this earth. Such was the case in the house with the pictures above...a lifetime of collecting. A memory attached to each acquisition, "Hey I got that when..."