DH’s grandma is selling her house, and letting go of things she has had for years. I am amazed by how graceful she is at this- in the past few years, she has given up living on her own, so she selected things to take with her to her daughter’s (my wonderful MIL’s) house. She has let go of her car, and has now made the decision to sell her house. I think we were all surprised at how fast it sold- 24 hours after it went on the market, they had an offer, and they will close in the middle of September. We went over last week to help clean and box things, and hear stories. In the grand scheme, there isn’t that much stuff.
“Clean Sweep” is a guilty pleasure TV show- I watch it, and think, “Well, I’m not as bad as those people!” One of my favorite people on it is Peter, the Australian guy. People on the show will be reluctant to get rid of something and they’ll say, my mother gave me that, and he’ll say, “this is not your mutha” in his Australian accent. He’s adorable.
At GGM’s house, I was talking about my guilty pleasure, and I picked up an enameled metal lid and said, “This is not your mutha” hoping to make people laugh, and GGM took it from me. She said, “One time I was cooking dinner, and my mother was there, and I had just put a pie pan on top of the pan, to cover it, and she said, “don’t you have a lid?” and I said no, and the next time she came to visit, she brought this one.”
I thought it was a cute story, and figured it was when she was first married, and just getting her house set up.
Great-Grandma had been in her 70’s, which meant that Great-Great- Grandma had been in her 90’s. Moms. We never give up.
Of course, I asked if I could have the lid- it is now on the cast iron skillet that lives on my stove top. I will use it every day, and tell the story to whomever will listen. There is a lot of stuff in my house that is clutter, but this lid is meaningful, and deserves to have a place of honor on the stove.