Just before leaving Mom's house this spring, I took the spoons and plates in the dish drainer and put them away in the cupboards and drawers.
And in the utensil drawer lay memories. In all the work and focused effort to get the house on the market, my brothers and I had steeled ourselves to be unsentimental, to select only a few keepsakes, to avoid accumulating more junk, more things. And we did well.
But in the last fifteen minutes I spent in that house, I found these - the cutter Mom used when she made biscuits, and this Scottie-shaped cookie cutter. I remember making sugar cookies with it.
I wrapped them in a scarf and brought them home with me. Who could leave those memories behind?
Mom's house has been sold. She got the price she wanted. The closing is in mid-June. The first week of June, the company we contracted with will conduct a sale of the contents of the house.
We took what we needed. The rest will go to someone else to love.