My mother bought this antique blanket chest a lifetime ago. It’s worth some money even though it’s dinged up and has cheap hardware, in part because of the wood. That lid is A SINGLE PIECE of pine. So is that very large front piece. I don’t know if pine that size can even be found anymore.
Things inside have a way of being forgotten. Maybe because the lid usually has some decorative item on top that needs moved before lifting? The drawers stick. And usually a couch crowds access.
What did I find today? For starters, a treasure trove of stickers. I’ll send all but the shiny stars to Charlie in Georgia. Even a woman in her 60’s needs a gold star now and then.
What else? A patchworked rectangle. Jeans I think I was meant to repair (and will now that they’re visible again).
That gorgeous Irish wool above was also purchased by my mother. I’m gonna make a drapey jacket out of it, goddamn it. But even if I don’t, how nice to be reminded of Mom! Just yesterday I was talking with a friend about who we hear from or who we wish we might hear from. My mother and father felt close in the final seasons of my sister’s life. On occasion I could even hear them, offering essential support at a time when I wanted to give up (or die). Lately? Not so much — until I held that cedar-scented wool to my face and inhaled.
Beautiful vintage Boy Scouts and Indian Guides mementos. There are sashes, badges, patches, reward ribbons, and a written manual. Probably, our boys will have to figure out what to do with these items because we won’t part from them.
Christmas mouse-making supplies will go back downstairs but I’ll keep the felting supplies in the chest.
Perfume ads from magazines are obnoxious when flipping through pages but make incredible deodorizers in closets and drawers. There were eight or ten. I threw all of them out since they fade over time.
Lastly: Newgrange, sacred site in Ireland that I visited in the 70’s. I transferred a vintage photo of its entry and a diagram of the layout onto cloth. Purpose — to be determined.
Do you ever hear from people who have passed? And if so, how? Voices? Synchronicity? Fleeting images?
And now it’s time to get up and go. We will walk to Wegman’s for ingredients to make cream of asparagus soup. Yum! Lamb if there’s any left and since it’s Easter: a bouquet of flowers.