Wednesday, May 2, 2007


The only bit of color I remember in my grandparent's house, besides the clown nose the stuffed deer head would occasionally wear, was my grandmother's magnet collection. I remember when I was in middle school that the few dozen she had had on the freezer door suddenly mutated into several hundred. They filled two sides of the fridge, all different images imaginable. My grandfather hung a piece of sheet metal on the wall of their kitchen so she would have more space to continue her collecting. We would play a game where I would have to scour the magnets and find a new one she had just acquired. My favorite ones were shaped like different colored Crayolas.
I'm not sure what happened to them after she died. I like to imagine they're all clumped together in boxes somewhere, slightly affecting the Earth's gravitational pull.


Joshua said...

My grandmother collected magnets that looked like miniature vegetables and fruits. No idea why it had to be that, but it did.

Me, I liked my younger cousins letter magnets. Writing all kinds of silly things and waiting for the adults to notice.

Joshua said...

today I give you a new noun


Cyko said...

Is this the Liberty Hardy I knew at Dickinson High? If so, email me at

Cyko said...
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Cyko said...


Doh! :)