Can't Let It Go...
I blame my mother for my love of antiques.
When I was about six months pregnant with my first child, she asked me if I wanted to go to an auction with her. Never having been to an auction and wanting to spend the day with my mom, I agreed to go. It was a scorching hot day the end of July and it seemed as though the auction went on forever. I got a little overheated and I really wanted to go home but of course we had come in the same vehicle and we were quite a drive from home. I leaned towards my mother as she bid on yet another piece of pink Depression glass (her favorite) and said kiddingly, “I’m so hot, what will you do if I faint?” She paused ever so briefly and said “I’ll just kick you under the wagon and keep bidding.”
Now if you knew my mother, you know she was trying to tell me was that if I really felt that bad, I should say so and we would go. On the other hand, if I was just complaining that it was hot (really, the end of July, what did I think the temperature was going to be!?!?!) I should basically suck it up and we would stay. I’m quite sure she was hoping for the latter. We stayed until the auction was over a couple of hours later.
Last night I emptied a cupboard because it needed some repair and it was going to be fixed this morning. As I took each item out of the cupboard I thought about my mom and how much I still miss her even though she has been gone almost 20 years. Sometimes I smile inside when I think about her and the good memories, other times I still feel as though it was just yesterday that she died and it moves me to tears. At the age of just 66, she had a lot of things left to do on her bucket list.
So as I moved each beautiful piece of pink Depression glass from my cupboard, knowing that even though I rarely use any of it and it takes up a lot of room that could be better utilized, I just can’t let it go…k
January 21, 2015