I remember when the house was empty back in 2001. I remember the funny red sofas from the store in Canada. I remember the dining room which was perfect for turning cartwheels in. I remember the refinishing of the old kitchen table. I remember sending back the sofas when the wrong ones arrived. I remember the months-long deliberations on the fabric for the chairs in the dining room, and then the further wait for the table to be shipped from the artisan in Canada, and finally the inaugural dinner. I remember the similar deliberations about the wing-back chair, and then some regrets on the final choice. I remember how beautiful the key table was, and how one was not allowed to actually put keys on it for fear of scratches...and then I remember the day the front door flew open and scratched the table.
I know they are just things, but Nancy's esthetic and consideration and love of design informed these things. I'm so sad that the girls will not have the joy of passing along the heirloom-quality items to their children, along with the stories.
Don't expect many postings here, but please do keep the Memorial Fund in mind, for the girls. They have had so much taken away.
