Packing to move is a daunting prospect--if for no other reason than one is confronted with your past, or your parents, or your grandparents. Case in point, this little item is from the Abbey of Glastonbury. I found their website easily enough and I even searched their gift shop thinking I would find some similar small trinket for tourists...but no. So, I took a picture and emailed the current Gift Shop Manager and asked if recognizes it. Mind you, I have no idea how it came to be on our shelves--but it was always there, and so when my dad sold off the house after my mother died it was one of the things that went in my box. A small item of comfort. I remembered playing with it --and several other things I am now in the process of selling or giving away. When it comes to mementos comfort sometimes wears off and you are only left with a burden.
