andyjohnson0 4 hours ago

Brings to mind this poem

    Handbag
    by Ruth Fainlight

    My mother's old leather handbag,
    crowded with letters she carried
    all through the war. The smell
    of my mother's handbag: mints
    and liptsick and Coty powder.
    The look of those letters, softened
    and worn at the edges, opened,
    read, and refolded so often.
    Letters from my father. Odour
    of leather and powder, which ever
    since then has meant womanliness,
    and love, and anguish, and war.
  • metalman an hour ago

    there are generations of these in my keeping right now, going back to the american civil war, my mothers and fathers things, grand parents, great grand parents, great aunts photo collections, momentos and letters, jewlery, old toys, and diplomas, passports, handspun clothing, ancient crockery( no makers marks....),etc, etc arrow points picked by my great uncle john, as he followed a horse drawn plow.....not much else to do back there right!

hoofedear 9 hours ago

Thanks for sharing this, really fascinating stuff. I’m glad her estate is willing to donate these sorts of things.

tdeck 4 hours ago

I'm curious how the soldiers had extra insignias and patches to give away as souvenirs.

randomdrake 8 hours ago

Betty White holds such a highly regarded “Hollywood Star” place for me. It was fascinating to see her brought to life through her very ordinary belongings. Fun read.

  • anigbrowl 3 hours ago

    I worked on a film project with her about 15 years ago and I'm happy to report that she was just as great behind the camera as she was in front of it.

  • bcraven 3 hours ago

    Perhaps there were spares in case anyone lost theirs? I don't know enough about the military to say whether that's likely, but as sensible chaps it seems a reasonable assumption.

    • jacquesm an hour ago

      Wrong comment to reply to?

ares623 5 hours ago

Why is this top item with like 8 comments

  • jacquesm an hour ago

    Because of the # of upvotes.