My mother sews bibs for people in hospice care, and recently received a card thanking her for her service. She told me she threw the card away.
I thought of my grandmother, who passed away in April, and who kept greeting cards for so long that she still had cards dated back to the 1950s. Now, I have them.
I keep them in decorative boxes I bought for that purpose, stored in my closet.
Grandma Polly kept them in clear storage containers under her bed. In those containers, I also found my great-grandmother’s sister’s World War II era ration stamps.
Where would these vintage treasures be, if not for my grandmother?
My mother fetched her thank you card from the trash and gave it to me when I told her I wanted to save it.
I said, half-joking, “Imagine how much fun someone’s going to have going through my stuff when I’m dead!”
The whole conversation I had with my mother this morning made me think of George Carlin’s bit about “stuff,” so I include it here for your enjoyment.