Completing my collection of alabaster figurines

"Ko se seli taj se ne veseli"
(Those who move are unhappy)

I have heard this saying often in my life, and I felt its full weight in the spring of 2015, when we moved from the apartment where I lived since I was born, to new apartments...

Then we packed all our things in boxes, arranged them in three piles.
The first went to the new apartment that my parents bought for themselves, the second pile went with me to the apartment where I moved with my partner, and the third, the biggest pile of boxes, which contained the least necessary things, was addressed to the farthest location, to our cottage.

All of life fits into the boxes that you carry with the moving vehicle, while you pray to God that nothing is damaged or lost, and when the boxes arrive at the new address, the challenging unpacking begins.
Only then do you realize what you took to your new address and what went somewhere else.

When I shared a post about alabaster figurines from my mother's apartment in the #HiveCollector community a month ago, I knew something was missing.

As if through a fog, I remembered that we had more of them, but not where they could be, because I hadn't seen them even in the cottage all these years.

As I was in the cottage last week and weekend, I looked in the storage room for more boxes that remained unpacked from the move. These were boxes with dishes, which we did not need in the cottage.
The search paid off.
In one of the boxes with pans (in one slightly larger pan), there were lost figurines wrapped in protective foil.

I unpacked them.
Took pictures for the post and put them in a glass display case where they belong.

Four figurines were bought more than 50 years ago by my parents (and their parents), and I bought the figurine of Vuk Karadžić (Serbian educator and writer), when I went on a school excursion to Tršić, Vuk's hometown.

Two boys with a ball

This is my mother's favourite figurine. The two boys remind her of us two sons, my brother (who has been living and working in Scotland for the last 15 years) and me, playing with a ball.

Although I'm older, I'm shorter than my brother, so at some point in our youth, when we were still older than the boys on the figurine, we used to play football like this.

A girl in the circus with a horse

A beautiful figure, which unfortunately had damage (sanitized by glueing), was probably caused by playing with it.

Dartanjan, the youngest musketeer

This is the most beautiful figurine for me. Perhaps not because of the shape and small decorative details, but because of the strong, intense colours, which further emphasize Dartagne's magnificence.

The boy with the lamb

This small figurine is there as an addition because it is from the same era and material, but this small one was the least interesting for us to play with.
For this reason, my mother was surprised when I took this figurine in my hands and laughed.

"What is so interesting about that little figurine when you stare at it so much," my mother asked me.
"Well, look, she's missing an ear."
"Of course it misses when you and your brother damaged it while playing with it," she told me, but she didn't know that I found this lamb figurine with an ear morbidly funny. I've decided to call this lamb Donald from now on, even though it's the left ear, not the right ear.

By presenting these figurines, I complete my collection.
I hope you liked them, if only half as much as the ones from my parents' apartment. The ones in the previous post were probably my parents' choice since they decided to sort them into a pile for the new apartment and not for the cottage, but I love them just the same. They bring back memories of my childhood...

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Thank you for stopping by my post, and I hope you enjoyed the photos and the story I shared with you

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All photos are my property, taken with a mobile phone

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