OT

I'm off again to see Mum about Gram's things. As far as I can remember, Gram and Walt bought old furniture, refurnished it, and sold it. My college graduation gift from her was a folding bookcase. She said to me, "Now you take care of that now- I could have gotten $50 for it." She let me refinish it too. It now holds our bar glass.

Mom hass offered me a Chair. At this moment, I don't know if it's one of her caned chairs. Caning is a form of basket weaving, done in chair seats. It's great in places where wood is limited, because it used to be common enough to replace the weaving. I've seen my mother do it once. Otherwise, Gram is the only person I've known who has done this art. Even now, I don't know if I could, between the stuff used to treat the rushes and the finishing. Gram had a few chairs she had worked on, and saved them. Mum isn't letting them go to just anyone- she wants to make sure that they go to someone who will treat the chair gently with respect, so it'll last. So I'm honored.

And I'm getting her sewing machine, which is twin to my iron monster. That'll be good. I can sit in her chair at her sewing machine and enjoy it.

I worry though sometimes that my connections to the future will be lost. Who will I pass these things on to? Will they love them because I loved them? I won't know.  ¶ 7:31 AM