I heard her calling me….
I awoke this morning thinking I had heard my mother calling my name. Some of you know that I have spent much of the last six months or so chronicling my Mom’s battle with cancer from my perspective as an only child and caretaker and all the roller coaster emotions, thoughts and feelings during that difficult and exhausting journey.
It has been about six weeks since Mother passed away and I have been putting off the task of going through her things and cleaning out the home she and my Dad shared. I have made several attempts but the job is not only overwhelming in the amount of ‘stuff’ that has to be looked at piece by piece but everywhere I look brings memories flooding back to my mind. Yesterday, DH and I made another attempt and actually made some progress by just concentrating on things that needed to go to the dumpster. I want to have a garage sale at the end of this month to coincide with a community wide sale that brings out a lot of folks from here and surrounding towns as well.
Since she had always had a habit of hiding money, her ‘mad money’ as she called it, every thing needs to be look at carefully. A couple of weeks ago my family gathered at Mom’s house after worship services. We hid Easter eggs and the babies had a big time hunting them. We cooked hamburgers on the grill and had a wonderful day. When we were cleaning up the kitchen DD2 asked me if she could have her grandmothers toaster oven. I told her yes and she took it home. A couple of days later she called to tell me that she had found ‘the stash’. She had decided to try out the toaster oven and needed to remove the tin foil that covered the bottom of the tray and wash it before using it. When she removed the tin foil there were four 20 dollar bills and a 10 dollar bill that were shall we say a bit overdone….
Mother was born in 1929, so growing up in a family of nine children meant that there were a lot of very hard times. Mother started at a very young age finding odd jobs to earn her own money and always had a little stashed away. She kept that habit throughout her lifetime. I know that there is no fortune hidden but it is a little like a treasure hunt when I look around her house and see the magnitude of ‘hidey holes’!