She read a lot, and she loved Christmas. All her caring friends knew about these wonderful habits of hers. They gave her books, and they gave her a little something every year for Christmas.
She had no children, and her husband was long gone. When she was in her 90’s, she had to be placed in an assisted living home by a nephew. They donated all her things to the local Discovery shop.
She cared for the people who gave her the books. Inside many of them, I found notes in her tiny cursive hand: from the Parsons. To Glenda from the Andrews, Christmas 1978. From Charles 2013. Only a few of the books had grown mold or dust, and I was charmed by all but the broken spines in her ten giant boxes of books.
Across the room from me and the masses of books, was one of my favorite sorters. She was standing in front of the Christmas ornaments going through one container at a time. There were ten boxes packed to the top. Most of these too had notes with them. The sorter saved the notes, and I was amazed by the variety: From Peter’s Construction, From G Shell Design…but the price was still on it. Perhaps she bought this one. Another pink Post-it told me that the Crystal Tree, Night Lites and Crystal Reindeer were all purchased in 91. All these, and many were tiny things, were dated. Some were bought or given in the 1960’s, and others were far newer.
She sewed too. And there were dolls. Did I mention that the furniture was to arrive today? We are very grateful to the folks that remember the American Cancer Society with their donations. Right now we have two part time, paid staff, and everything else is run by volunteers. All our profits go to cancer research.
Thank you for remembering us.