Never easy but today I feel slightly successful. It's Vietnam Veterans' pick up day. Robert and I went down and cleared out 3 bags filled with coats that we finally agreed to donate. It's not like we don't have any coats...we have too many. I also put out 2 boxes of things. BUT it took talking to Pam to actually put out the 2nd box. It was out first..then brought back in and mourned over...talked with Pam and she said I didn't have to give away my memory and the attached things...but as we spoke I actually went down and replaced it on the driveway. THEN I went back out and took these pictures.
I didn't dare bring the box inside since I knew if I did, even to take the pictures, these things would be back IN. These belonged to my mom. And there are LOTS of them. I have repeatedly offered these to the girls but there are no takers. (update...they are gone. Done. Success. and I'm still breathing.)
My memory of them are really just connected to her. These have been in my life for as long as I have memory. My mom was the perfect homemaker, housekeeper, and dinner preparer.
So many times we had layered puddings or jello in the tall ones and not for special occasions only. She just always used them. She loved nice things. She loved having the dinner table look as elegant and as inviting for us as well as for company. We always were made to feel special. And we were special in her eyes.
And besides that, I still have stemware...and I actually have very fine and delicate crystal stemware. The kind that when you ping it with your finger, ever so gently, it rings! And it's etched too...amazing things! I can still figure out how to be like my mom. Nothing plastic. Nothing throw-away. My sister and I learned as children how to eat, how to eat at a table/restaurant/as guests. We knew what fork did what. I think I need to rethink my food menu for the month of July and onward, ever onward. There's still time.
I'm not dead yet.