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Sunday, April 23, 2017

More Stuff


I pulled out my Mama's sewing box, looking for something.
It is not the box from my childhood, 
it's a replacement of hers from my adult years.
I hold no attachment to this box.
I thought I didn't have a connection to what was inside either.
Then I opened it and my Mama's scent drifted out to greet me.
October will be 9 years since she died and yet, her scent still 
permeates everything she owned.
The material belongings her family now owns.
We all say this.
Open a drawer, a box...unfold a letter and there she is by your side.
Her scent so light, soft and familiar
 that you can almost feel her touch as well.  
You can easily bring up the feel of her soft, veined hands.
Her ways and words rush back to you.
Her love circles you telling you that she has been there all along.
I thought I'd just be saving the wooden spools.
But it now seems there are other things to consider deep within this box.
There is a lot I won't hang onto.
Three thimbles, in varying sizes.  I've never used a thimble.  Ever.
I have no need for all of this thread.  I have my own.
Are these bobbins the same as mine?   Mmmm...
I can check, don't know that I need them though.
 Then I noticed the pink pin box and the 'made by Mom' tags.
Uh-Oh...here come the memories.
And, wait...that gold thread...
is that from my 7th grade Pheasant blouse from my Jr. High sewing class.
OK ~ Set that layer aside...
 Legitimate tools: useful or vintage.
Look at the prices there.
 The third layer down holds a box of every extra button that ever came on an article of clothing my mom bought (well that's how it feels, there's a lot!)
Buttons can be useful.
How many buttons does one need?

 And a hand-drawn diagram of how to thread my machine...
in the hand of young 20 year old, 
newly married and 8 months pregnant me.
I've got that memorized now.
My machine, purchased on lay-away in Reno, NV.
It cost $75.00 and took me three trips to town 
before I could afford to bring it home.  
I was so proud. 
A new sewing machine and my own JC Penney's charge card (a first too).
Cancelled that card last year or so 
when I was frustrated with the way they were handling something.  
I threatened to take my charge business elsewhere.
Employee said OK.
Long gone are the days when the customer came first! lol
I'm really fine with this.
But, you can see how one slip of scribbled on paper 
can erupt a volcano of old memories.
So, do I need most of this stuff?
Where does it go from here?
How do stop wondering if the new owner will embrace
my mama's scent as something wonderful.
 (((sigh)))
Not plastic-coated!
Removed from something at some time
My old tags
"Mom" tag!

Vintage price
Now what?
Anybody want or need anything?
I just closed up Pandora's Box 
and walked out of the room.
May your own memories be sweet 
and your belongings be just right for what you want/need...for who You are.
xoNancy
Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2017
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19 comments:

Ms. said...

Another memorable post that reads like a poem...ah, how clear it is that everything that matters is not immediately visible, that the lingering scent is the key and it would only be perceived by one who knew it well. This is the real treasure...this recognition, this sense memory that does not fade.

Nancy said...

Michelle~ Yes, the scent that is so recognizable...on stuff. Would I be bale to bring it up without the stuff? Well, just pondering as I will continue to have lots of her stuff, I believe. There is too much for it to all be gone!

jude said...

so familiar.

Nancy said...

Yes Jude, I knew you'd get it!

Penny said...

My advice, keep it all.

Nancy said...

Penny~ Thanks for your input, however I'm into letting things go these days. Not all of it like said in the post, but some for sure. Need anything?! :)

Liz A said...

This is a beautiful meditation. One of those "I wish I had written that" reveries.

My mom passed away 9 years ago this month ... the same year both of my daughters got married.

I brought home many of her clothes and sewing notions. Just last month I let go of most of them, but the table linens remain to be stitched into slow cloth and mom's quilting pins are by my side every day.

And the scent ... you have captured the depth of its meaning so well.

Thank you.

Nancy said...

Liz~ Ah, so you understand. thank you for being here with me. It means a lot.

Peggy said...

First a belated happy birthday wish to you, dear Nancy. I thought of you on that day -- my son's birthday is the same, remember?

I loved this post, Michelle is right, it reads like poetry. Tugs a thread in my heart too. Think I'll go hold some special knitting needles now. xoxoxo

Nancy said...

Peggy~ Thank you my friend...April 2nd - a good day. Your words cheer me tonight.

Velma Bolyard said...

i just love looking through sewing boxes...thanks for letting me see your mum's.

Nancy said...

Velma~ They sure are fascinating little treasure boxes, aren't they?! Brings out the childlike wonder :)

Morna said...

What a beautiful bit of reading. Thank you for that. Those badges, by the way, are awesome! As I read of your intention to toss the thimbles and bobbins, I had the thought you might string them together somehow, along with other geegaws, and create some sort of a wind chime for your Mama to rustle when she comes calling. :-)

Nancy said...

Morna~ What a great idea!

Joy said...

Reminds me of the spools of thread that were my mother's... small wooden spools like you have. I was actually using some of them when a sewing teacher yanked them off my machine and told me they were 'rotten' and threw them away. I should have grabbed them and told her who they had belonged to. Keeping them had made me feel close to mom who had passed away recently. Looking back, the discarding of the spools makes me sad. Your mom's sewing container holds so many of the same things my mom's and in turn, my old sewing basket held. Yes, the prices! They almost make me laugh! I had the same snaps, needles, the buttons, the tracing pen. Now when I visit the thrift store, I look for those old wooden thread spools. When placed in an old fashioned bowl or dish, they bring back the comfort and memory of Mom.

Joy said...

On second thought... if you don't want the old spools of thread???

Nancy said...

Joy, Oh what an awful teacher! My 7th grade sewing teacher was horrible - made me hate sewing and not learn too much because of it!
I haven't quite decided about the wooden spools...but keep in touch!

deemallon said...

oh I wouldn't get rid of a thing! I only have one place where my mother's scent comes to me -- that is truly a special thing...

Nancy said...

Dee~ It is wonderful, isn't it? Literally Every Single Thing I have that was hers holds her scent even 8.5 years later! I gotta get rid of something here! (((hugs)))