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.