Fine cups and saucers, the tray-mobile, the tea pot and that shredded wheatmeal tin. Piles of books by the phone, the 'Cafe in Greece" painting, posters of musicals. The sideboard at Kimberley Ave witih all the family memorabilia. The table at Clancy Terrace, covered in piles of memories, photos, and pieces of interest: newspaper clippings; obituaries; theatre reviews; letters to the Herald; postcards; letters from fans and relatives both close and long-lost; funeral and wedding booklets; poetry; theatre programs; invitations; Time Magazines; medical journals. Shelves of books and photos, too many to house. Bookmarks. Crosswords. Pens. Thesaurus. A diary. An address book. A birthday book. A phone that always rings. The smell of the soap powder. Rhubarb with custard, bread sauce, caramel sauce, bushells tea only, and all those oranges. The dressing table. The cushioned stool. Precious jewellery, 4-7-11 perfume, powder compact, nighties, dressing gown, shoes with the little toes cut out. Fragments of home, beauty, character, strength, life, pain, loss, laughter, family, humour, stories, art. Etched in hearts and memories forever.