Sometimes the poorest people leave their children the richest inheritance.
[Ruth E. Renkel]
I went through a variety of adjustments when I grieved the loss of my mama in 2001. It was the little daily things that reminded me of her absence. I rarely carried a purse when we went someplace together because I could turn to mama and ask for anything from a Kleenex to chewing gum, and she would pull it out of her handbag. Chap stick, hair pin, aspirin, pen, note paper—you name it and she had it. She was like a mobile Walgreen’s. After she was gone, I had to remember to carry those things for myself. I carried her purse for a long time until I’d emptied it. That took me a year.
Then there are her drawers. I inherited her bookcases and dressers. They were full—very organized and tidy, but filled to the top. For a long time, I didn’t have the heart to sort through them. I only opened them when I needed something. Gift wrap, thank-you notes, a protractor, magnifying glass, darning needles, an allen wrench—ask for it and it was in one of her drawers. A guest broke a shoe lace and we found a new pair in one drawer. Her drawers grew in fame among my guests. It almost became a game. Chalk, colored pencils, a ruler? They were there. Assorted sizes of nails and screws were sorted into little bottles. Playing cards, kaleidoscopes, lady’s fans…
I doubt if I’ll ever sort completely through her drawers. It would ruin the fun. It would also take away the feeling that Mama is still looking after me even though I’m well past the age of needing a mother. Come to think of it, maybe I’m not.
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I was telling my wife just the other day that when she becomes a mother that she needs to keep everything in her purse. She said ” Like what?” I told her everything. I then proceeded to tell her about when I needed anything when I was at my Grandma’s I would ask and It would magicly appear out of her purse (or her knitting bag that was much larger). Then I remembered that my wife already has most everything we would need in her purse already. I am sure if it isn’t in there it will be in the diaper bag when our little one arrives.
My mom has always carried a giant purse full of everything. Huge and heavy, I’m not sure how she manages it at 83, and barely 100 pounds.
I wonder what will happen to al the things I horde when I am gone? I have no daughters, and I can’t imagine my sons being sentimental about any of my treasures.
I can’t even begin to express how profoundly this post has touched me… my Grandmother (Mom, as everyone called her) was the same way, and oh, how I loved to look through her bag, and her dresser drawers, the ultimate treasure troves, an activity I continued well into my 20s with my three children, to the time she no longer walked this earth….. she visits me in my dreams and I also dream about those dresser drawers! (she always enjoyed those magical times watching us going through her wonderful ‘stuff’)
Thank you, Katherine. :^)