Mama’s Dress Hanger





She was part of the generation of special things like Sunday cars and the good china.

My mother treasured a few items and rarely used those.

The living room was not for living, but for special guests and furniture to admire.

As a child, I couldn’t fully understand the assigned value to flowered handkerchiefs, tablecloths and crocheted bed covers, but I keep them now.

I looked into my closet this morning and saw Mama’s special dress hanger. It shows years of wear and use. I doubt I’ll ever throw it out.

She left this existence 18 years ago and I now have a few of the special things, like Mama’s hanger. It held her evening gowns, her furs and her pride.

It holds my memories.

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