Several years ago I sold my home and downsized into the townhouse I am in currently. In the process of doing this, I literally purged a large portion of the contents of my home. I was going into a place less than half the square footage of my house. I was giving up a full finished basement, huge attic, two outdoor storage sheds. I was not of a mind to rent storage space at a nearby facility. I have to say that this experience was very "freeing" to me, and I had no regrets.
Then I am introduced to "Blogland". I visit lots of beautiful blogs, and lo and behold, my daily thoughts get interrupted with distant memories of the 'stuff ' I used to have! All of sudden I am missing my old stuff! I even ventured into the vast world of EBay, and made a couple of purchases, which I will share in another post. THAT was an experience in itself.
While packing and clearing out possessions, I hired a very nice gentleman from the neighborhood, Mr. B. A co-worker told me about him and introduced us. He is retired and has a part-time business doing clean-outs and helping people move locally. The more stuff Mr. B. can acquire from doing the clean-out, the cheaper his overall price will be. Mr. B. took a lot of my items that I would put in designated piles for him to remove from my basement. He also moved my belongings into my new home three years ago. I have settled in here, did quite a bit of renovating, bought new stuff to furnish my home. My tastes in home furnishings did a 360 on me, I went from whites and creams and soft neutrals to a totally autumn palette. (A home tour is also in the works, for a future post.)
Several months ago, I stopped by my old job to visit with former co-workers. My friend A., who introduced me to Mr. B, tells me that she has a little "something" for me that Mr. B. had given her that he was returning to me. She had it "for a long time" and kept forgetting to give it to me. A. hands me a black jewelry box. I was shocked to say the least, and when I read the note it said," "We untangled the box of costume jewelry in the clean-out stuff and found this." Thought you'd be interested in having it." Regards, B.
My eyes filled with tears. I forgot where I was standing for the moment. It was so silent in the bank you could hear a pin drop. This piece of my mother's jewelry has to be more than 50 years old, a gift from my father for a long ago anniversary perhaps, or a birthday. I don't remember. But it was meant for me to have. And it came back to me. How it got put in a place with items to get rid of I'll never know. But I believe that my mother made sure it would get back to where it belonged. And thanks, Mr. B., for being an honest person. I did not realize it was missing!
I believe the bond between mothers and their children (especially daughters) is never really broken. They somehow manage to get things done from up above, letting us know they are just a thought, or a prayer, or a happy memory, away from us.
Happy Mother's Day to all you wonderful ladies I've met while happily traveling through Blogland. You are an inspiration to me, when I "grow up" I want to be like some of you, others I would love to be adopted by!
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