A lifetime of assorted hangers….accrued during her time in her second home, America. Although she had proudly claimed America as her one and only home. Hangers collected, moved from apartment to apartment, to home, to home, and to her final home for her clothes. All the colors, shapes, sizes of these hangers in this image in a way illustrates the decades she lived, worked, shopped, etc…in America.
The clothes which hung from these hangers dressed my Mom for many years. Now they hang empty. Every article of clothing folded and packed for charity. I made sure to handle each quietly with attention and care. Holding the shoulders of each familiar shirt to fold knowing it once hung on the shoulders of an undoubtedly strong and loving woman, ached so deeply. One of the hardest jobs for a child to carry out.
light & love