Before I begin, there were quirks about my mom that, while they drove me to distraction while she was alive, now make me smile and shake my head. They are pure Mom. We've tried for decades to figure out why, to no avail. During all those episodes of "Get Smart" where we gathered around and laughed at the goofy gadgets, there was no way of knowing how enamored she was.
When Mom died, RadioShack wasn't far behind her.
Mom LOVED gadgets. When Ma Bell no longer held the monopoly of telephones, and suddenly the market was flooded with all sorts of phones for the first time ever, Mom wanted them. All of them. For a while there, we were a little worried about her. We were just about grown at that point, and after decades of poverty, she was seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Apparently, a variety of telephones were a requirement for getting to that light.
Next on her quest were tiny televisions. I kind of forget what the new technology was that introduced this aberration, but she adored them, and probably purchased 6 or 7 of them. Each one a tiny bit closer to her dream.
I'm the opposite. The fewer gadgets, the better. I see them as just
another thing that can break or go wrong. But let me share some of the
gifts that Mom gave me over the years. I was cleaning out a set of
drawers last weekend. None of these are less than 15 years old.
Now upstairs, there is a walk in closet that needs my attention. Molly and I jokingly call this house the "Repository of Dead Relatives." When Mom originally moved here, she brought along some of her own mother's belongings, since she had recently died. Then Mom's things were here. Later, my brother lived here with me while terminally ill, so his belongings were here too. Molly and I have chewed through many, many of the things that were everywhere, but there is still more to do. Who knows? Maybe I'll share the "best of" from the walk in closet.