Wronged Objects ~~ Sadness



Wronged Objects

If your furniture, appliances, and other inanimate objects at home had feelings and emotions, to which item would you owe the biggest apology?



Pictured is my Grandmother’s musical sewing box. When opened it plays an instrumental “Let Me Call You Sweetheart.”   I would guess this was a popular song in 1919 when she was wed to my Grandfather William Palmer.  She passed away when I was around 5 or 6 so I don’t know if she brought this musical sewing box with her into the marriage or my Grandfather gifted it to her at one point during their marriage.  I do know that when she passed away my Dad, her son Edward G. Palmer inherited it. Then when my Dad died in 1995 it became mine. Before she married my Grandmother was a Milliner.

Because I was so young when she left the body I never really got to know her well. My memories of my Grandmother Eva are few and faint. Growing dimmer as time passes yet sometimes flashes of her being enter my mind.  Her musical sewing box remains a point of connection between us.  Every time I touch the box or turn it upside down to wind the key so that I may once again hear it’s wonderful musical refrain sometimes I sense a touch of sadness.  Sadness from the box because it is no longer touched, held or played on a regular basis anymore.  Sadness of missing it’s original owner. Wondering in fear what will happen when it’s current owner ~~ me passes from time into eternity.

Lately I’ve heard the box call out to me. Perhaps a part of my Grandmother’s spirit still resides within. Maybe through this precious musical sewing box she still calls out to me that during her lifetime she had many Sweethearts. Her parents. My Grandfather, all her children including the two boys lost to polio, my Dad who was nicknamed Precious because he was the only boy to survive. Her grandchildren.

So I vow to open and play you more often. I Love you Sweetheart. Not to worry I shall make provision for you. You are forever Precious in my sight.

The Mills Brothers recorded their version of the song in the year I was born 1959.



Eva Sophronia Gordon Palmer -- Grandmother
Paternal Grandmother Eva Sophronia Gordon Palmer









5 thoughts on “Wronged Objects ~~ Sadness

    1. Thanks. I’m thinking of leaving some of the things I inherited to the Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture. That way future generations can appreciate and learn from Black History.

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