Going through Mom's possessions is an interesting and moving procedure. It's a mini-glimpse into what interested Mom, what grabbed her attention at a particular point in time. I've shown her angels before. These are just a few of the ones she has made through the years. I have more in my storage unit. And I used to sell them at fairs.
Mom loved doilies and dresser scarfs. Table clothes and afghans. She loved to pad things to protect them so all her special dishware is padded with paper towels or napkins to keep the dishes from knocking together and breaking. I love crocheted doilies and dresser scarfs too so I'll probably keep this box of them. Although 4 years ago I had to throw my own collection of the same to the wind.
She and my Grandma both loved cotton handkerchiefs. I have a tin full of Gram's collection. Mom has about three dozen more. She really used them. These I love too.
Mom took many medications and saved many of her medication bottles. I guess they are sort of pretty. And a few come in handy to store doodads. But I have also thrown a number of these in the trash. Mom kept one filled with water beside the sink. I never asked why. I sort of assume it is a token to the well-god to keep the water flowing.
Mom loved glassware. It is very pretty, but I'd need a large cabinet to store it in. I will leave all the large bookcases and cabinets here for my brother to use. I havent tackled the glassware yet as far as figuring out what to do with it.
Through the years she collected these beautiful Lenox birds. They are quite beautiful.
Mom spent 20 or more years doing family genealogy on both sides. She traced the line back to the Mayflower on Dad's side. There are about 100 genealogy research books that I will have a bookseller look at.
I already showed Mom's material stash. Here is her sewing basket which I will keep. I don't have a sewing basket but back in my storage unit I have an old sewing notions table with drawers and two side cubbies to put things in. (I dont know why these letters are blue and underlined.)
Doing all this makes me think about my own possessions and what I have kept and why. What is the point of owning all these things? My personal stash of old family items seemed precious to me before I had to leave my 20 year rental. But afterwards with all the moving, they seem like a burden I must carry from one place to the other.
Which leads me to--what is the point of life? We gain skills and hone talents, we buy houses and cars (some of us, I do not ignore that there are many in the world who do not own houses and cars). But here in the west this is our goal. We buy stacks of clothes, delightful luxury items, computers, iPhones, cameras, books, art supplies, on and on. And then, we die. I don't mean this to be grim. It is just a fact that I am looking at right now after the two family deaths, three if you count Dad's two years ago. I know it is the pleasure in the moment that I need to look at. But can you take pleasure in all these things in one little moment? I don't know........I'm pondering.
On the opposite end of the spectrum is the one bowl idea. Monks of times past often owned only one bowl and the clothes they wore daily. The used to go from door to door to get their bowls filled with food.
I'd love to hear your thoughts on these matters. I think I've written about this before in one way or another. It is something that seems to cycle through my life and thoughts and never really get resolved.