#a382 :: Brass bells
March 4, 2009
These have been floating around my parents’ house for as long as I can remember, by the dozens, it seems.
There’s a pair serving as a keyfob, another set tied to a Christmas ornament, it seems, and various bells clinking around amidst their never-ending and unintentional collection of heavy little objects.
I’d guess they came from India, where our family traveled for two intoxicating, culture-shocked weeks when I was 14, and where Dad and Mom returned several times to lecture.
Turn them to the right angle and they become wide-mouthed frogs with wagging, jangling tongues. Then shake them and listen.
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