By: Lynessa Shay O’Connor
Each of us has a story to tell the world in our own special way. It is through our stories that the threads of our lives weave and twist into something bigger and allow for others to get an inside look at who we really are. Some of the threads might be colourful, others might be all one colour with just a few strands here or there that happen to stand out. This week we’ll be having an intimate look at Miss Charlotte “Charlie” Merle, a member of the Gryffindor house.
I had talked to Charlie about what item she brought from home that meant the most to her. She told me about her treasured keepsake that has been with her all of her life, the baby blanket she was wrapped up in when she was adopted by her two fathers. It was through our intimate talk that I learned the significance of the blanket to Charlie. She was nice enough to share with me some of the history that surrounds her keepsake. “It’s significant to me because I’ve had it since the day I was born. It came with me from the hospital when I was given up by my birth parents and my Dads kept it with me when they adopted me. Obviously I associate it more with my Dads…cause time spent but I used to use it for everything growing up, I’d make forts with it, and use it for costumes all sorts of stuff!” Miss Merle said. As you can see the threads of the blanket totally symbolic but weave the story of Miss Merle.
Everything we hold most dear is something that has stories surrounding it in one way or another and I had asked for Charlie to share with me one of her most fond memories surrounding her blanket with all of us. “The blanket was part of one of my first showings of magic. I used to love the way it smelled, and still do, it smells like home and is really comforting to me. But this one time, I must have been maybe 5 or so we were at home making dinner and singing along to show tunes…it’s a thing we do and my Dad was singing Phantom of the Opera…he got super into it and knocked this massive glass of red wine off the counter and onto my blanket. I nearly broke all the glass in the kitchen with my tantrum…just started screaming and they shattered one by one….though at the end of it the wine was out of the blanket…They didn’t listen to Phantom of the Opera again for months…nearly dropped me back off at the adoption agency after that on.e” One could truly dig through their past and find a similar connection. I know I can understand as Buster and I are just as close.
I took this final opportunity to ask Miss Merle if there was anything personal that she wished to share with us all about the meaning of her blanket to her and what it could symbolise. She would go on record and state, “One piece of my story I’d like to share is second chances….this blanket came with me when my birth parents gave me up…and I was given a second chance on life with my Dads, I’m enormously grateful for it and think it was the better life choice by far..” As we can all see the threads that weave our lives bind us to those and that which we tend to hold onto the most. Thank you, Miss Merle, for sharing with us your Piece of Home.