Every time I set foot in my mother's house, to clean up and clean out, we find things.
1) A fragile yellow ceramic bowl, up on a shelf, with an index card tucked inside:
Do Not
Use. Please.
2) The first time we ever went on an airplane was a trip to Bermuda, sometime after my parents had gotten divorced. How this card survived the past 35 years, I don't know. Why there was outdoor carpeting, I also do not know.
3) The label on a file cabinet in the cellar:
Metal Junk
4) She was exceedingly fond of ripping bits out of the newspaper, especially when there were good typos involved.
9 comments:
She was smart and eccentric. Just the way I like 'em.
I love your stories about your mom. She is delightfully quirky.
I just helped my mom pack up to move here -- found lots of interesting stuff she and my Grandmother had collected over the years.
Who doesn't aspire to a wet appetite?
Like little love notes from the past.
wet appetites are so annoying! your mom was 20 kinds of awesome
wet. heh heh.
my husand, SIL and MIL have been going through my FIL's files. found some pictures they had never seen, and over a decade's worth of invoices from every medical appointment he ever had. hello, recycling.
You could have a whole blog devoted to these goodies. (Not that I don't love seeing them here--I do!)
You could really start a blog about your Mom. I believe she never fails to put a smile on everyone's face...
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