Funny how we have special places in our homes where we keep things. We always know it is there when we need it. The brooms go one place and the buckets another and the pantry is so important. Remember mine? I had what was called aMichigan pantry. Supplies for just about every need. The cabinet sold and a lot of the food given away. Some of it I would NEVER use up by myself. I used to know where things were. It sure plays tricks on you trying to remember which new place you put something. Guess I should have been more organized, but 60 years of stuff well that was a challenge.
After months of moving and lugging and sorting several things are still lost and probably will never surface again. I have always been a person who HATES it when I can’t find where I put something. I search until I find it again.It bugs me. I misplaced a key to the local post office box. I hadn’t had the key but maybe a week or so. I was informed that they are charging $6.00 a key now to replace them. I kept wondering how long it will take when someone asks me where something is that my mind will go straight to where it was the last time I saw it. My standard answer is..”I know where it was, but not where it is now!” In that big mess in the storage place..maybe.
Sis and I came across a gold and diamond ring that I gave my mom. She thought she lost it, threw it out in an old purse maybe. We searched the house over for it. Never found it until cleaning out the house. There, in the bottom of a drawer, inside a very small box, was the ring.
This ring had a story. Mom wore it a lot until one day she was in the parking lot of the doctor’s office and she put her hand too close to the trunk lid and you can guess what happened. Down came the lid on her fingers and I nearly fainted. I screamed but Mom didn’t look too upset. The receptionist came running out of the building carrying one of those neat snap ice packs. Seems the ring band was so solid it held up beautifully and the finger was saved from being crushed. The doctor removed the ring and mom held the ice pack on her hand until we got home. The finger never even turned blue, just swollen some. Mom retired the ring for a different one, saying she didn’t want to damage it again or lose some of the diamonds. We never saw it again. We all thought it was gone for good. Sis and I found it several days before we left our old house. We had a good cry over it. I wondered why, oh why, we hadn’t found it with all that looking and before Mom had left us. My guess is that she led us right to it. We had several things happen in that old house that made both Sis and I stop and think. Those who cross over and are away are not always that far away. I will always feel they are right beside us all the time.