Clearing through some boxes the other day, we found this bag and photo.
This photo is of our father/grandfather 50 years ago where he worked in a hardware store in Germany.He worked there for 25 years before opening his own store. He went on to own a supermarket and had a huge hardware section with all sorts of items from screws, wooden brooms & general household items. This was back in the days before plastic took over.
This bag, was his bag. He used this bag to collect his earnings to take to the bank. We are now using this bag 😊
It was nice to see us following in his footsteps and how we are trying to go back to basics as much as possible without all the plastic. This is how it used to be. This is how it should be ❤
The reason that I went uphill to Mussoorie after the vipassana was to follow in the footsteps of my paternal grandad again. When I was last in India I went to Allahabad, which was where he spent most of his time in India during the war. But in the summer, when it’s very hot, they were given sick leave to go up to the hills and recover. Grandad went to a place called Chakrata, not far from Mussoorie, passing through Dehradun on the way. So both the location of my vipassana and these three days were poignant. More so because he sadly passed away in December, aged 92, so while last trip I was able to send him photos of places that he had been, this time I can’t.
I didn’t actually go up all the way up to the hill station this time, maybe I will in the future... but right now it didn’t feel necessary... I was just happy to be there in a beautiful place to process the meditation and feel close to grandad ❤️ I think he knows I’m here ❤️
And actually he did me a huge favour, because to arrive in Rishikesh straight from the Vipassana would have been too much to handle 😂😘