Trusses

My mother sewed trusses, long long ago. On industrial sewing machines. Her mother was the floorwalker, and she had to call her own mother by her first name at work, to her chagrin. Sometimes, the industrial sewing machine needle would go through her finger, and it didn't hurt immediately, but would throb madly afterward. So she told me. She had to quit when she got married

Aunt Evelyn was called out of her classes to take care of her baby sister, Mary. Their oldest brother drowned, and as a very young child, my mother would melt down in school. And Aunt Evelyn would tend to her sister.

I sent my brother some of the pile of photos our mother sent me long ago, after I'd withdrawn from our father, but before I'd got out of reach of our mother. It was all photos with me in them. It felt like being cut out then, and I'm more sure of it now. I sent my eldest brother all the ones with other people in them that I thought he would want.

He responded.

the photos came in the mail today What a treasure trove !!! I am scanning them now to include in the power point presentation for the memorial. It will be burned on a DVD so I can send it to you. Mom and Dad's ashes are being stored at the funeral home. Sunday 13 Oct we are having a small gathering at the funeral home about 2 PM expecting no more then a dozen people. The exact date for internment will be the 14th or 15th at Ft Sill OK . What is the best time to call/contact? Would you like the scanned pictures and or the originals back? What media (DVD, sd chip, thumb drive, Drop Box) would you prefer? Let me know so I can get it to you. Bye for now

Seriously? This man graduated high school and has an MBA. Whatever. Anyway.

I told him no, the photos were his and that was all. I don't want them. Ok, I didn't say that last bit. He added later the amount of the inheritance. It's MUCH larger than I expected. Not retirement-now! large, but fix the porch railing and pay off the roof loan substantial. I want to take a portion and blow it on stuff I want for myself that she would hate. My idea of a splurge is frighteningly modest, I assure you. A new rain barrel. A new lamp from a vintage place. I love to think about spending money, but when it comes to actually putting down cash... I am really good at saying "Eh, don't need it, won't use it, nevermind."

Maybe I should get a corset.