I finally got rid of the world’s ugliest fireplace. Even Mom admitted that it was ugly but my Grandma bought it for her as a surprise (and my Grandma wasn’t known for her generosity) so to my mother, it had tremendous sentimental value. I have no such feelings. It is simply a relief to have it gone and it went to a lady who has no heat so she’ll have at least one warm refuge in her house. I think Mom would be okay with that.
And the piano is leaving too. Mom played by ear and I loved to listen to her, especially when she’d break into a rollicking Twelfth Street Rag or Beer Barrel Polka, but she would rarely play in front of anyone. She sent me for lessons when I was young but the piano teacher sent me home with a note that said — “I rarely confess that a student is so musically talentless, I can teach them nothing, but this little girl is one. Please don’t send her back.”
Her clothes are all gone to Goodwill, even the fur coats that she hasn’t had on for 40 years. As the dementia took over, she fixated on those coats. When she didn’t think this was her home and, in an effort to convince her, I’d say, “Mom, you live here — look around — all your stuff is here,” the first thing she’d mention was those coats. Now, I hope some little tiny woman wears them and enjoys them.
Along with the dolls and the teapots and the jewelry and.....
Vicki Williams is a columnist for the Pharos-Tribune. She can be reached through the newspaper at firstname.lastname@example.org.