A few days ago, some friends of mine suggested to me that I ask my Mom to write a guest blog. When I asked her about it, she hesitated initially, but I think the idea appealed to her. She IS a writer, she’s been writing me letters since I was 12, when I went away to camp for the first time. If you think my writing leans toward the sentimental, you only have to read the following to see where I get it. Enjoy:
I was asked to write a guest blog for Ray. I told him I wouldn’t know what to write. Later, after our conversation, I thought, yes, I will write about my summer experience. First, you have to know that I save everything. I have boxes, manila folders and file cabinets filled with my memory keepers. We have eleven closets in this house and I bet I have some memory keepers in each one. Does it sound like I am trying to find an excuse not to get rid of the Christmas cards or baby teeth from my son’s mouth or those special drawings and homemade cards from my grandchildren? Of the eleven closets, three of them are walk-in, including the closet in our bedroom that doubles as our tornado safe room. I have tried all summer (school starts next month, I work at the high school) to get rid of some of these boxes and folders and other paraphernalia. I started with a box here and a folder there, not finishing one. I got rid of a few things, but I just couldn’t part with a newspaper article about my son and his bunny rabbits and how they came to live with us. Another newspaper article about a play called “You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown” with a picture of a boy with a bag over his head. I knew it was my son even with the bag over his head, a mother knows these things. Right? So back in the folder with these other special treasures they go. Now back to the safe room, my closet. One afternoon, the tornado sirens started, so I gathered my dog Ruby and a chair. Why a chair? I knew if I sat down on the floor it would take a tornado to get me up. There we sat, Ruby and I, only Ruby wanted to look in my boxes where some of my treasures were stored. My thinking was, if there is a tornado I wanted to save my treasures or at least the ones in my closet. As I tried to get her nose out of the box, I discovered what one might call the “mother lode”. I found three accordion folders! Each one had hundreds of papers in them dating from the mid 80’s through the mid 90’s. I had written down appointments, how many hours I worked, prayer requests, praises, books I read, movies I’d seen, movies I wanted to see, personal thoughts and prayers and more. Well, I couldn’t shred them ’til I read them, so you can guess what happened. I shredded a lot, but I couldn’t part with all my memory treasures. I guess there will be another summer to clean out those treasure boxes. I still have all my Christmas cards, birthday cards, etc. from this past Christmas and birthdays. Next summer for them!