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When I Die What Do You Want?

what do you want when I die

 

My mother is not a hoarder, she collects things, sells things, uses things for events when she helps decorates and often gives things away. Her generous spirit is one of the qualities I admire about her. 

So it shouldn't have surprised me when she started asking the family what they like to have when she dies. My brother Marty mentioned a chair, the desk and her cook book, my brother Zane asked for the infamous blue pan, Chelsea asked for the white ironstone dishes that use to belong to my Dad's mother. 

 

bowl of sweetness

 

The cookbook got me, dang I just assumed I would get it. Not that I care about anything in the house more than I care about my mother. In fact I cannot imagine my mother gone… the subject is spooky.

 

 

Table and tray

Knowing the cookbook has a future as well as the blue pan is strange, a mixture of happy-sad. Imagining them setting up home somewhere other than where they are: In my mother's kitchen is beyond anything I desire.

Yet what happens when we grow older… death seem to peek at us from around the corner and wave, "I am here." It makes us think of things we might not have thought about, it makes us exercise, or eat better, or stop doing crazy things… it makes us prepare.

Hopefully, it makes us take note of what we value, what we hold to be true, what we want to live for.

 

home memories

My mom told me that she had asked Sacha what he wanted from her belongings. He said he wanted her grey enamelware cup and saucer the one that has been on the kitchen counter next to the sink since he could remember. My mom was a bit taken back that he would mention a simple cup and saucer, though Sacha said, "Va you use is every day, and it would remind me of you doing so."

cup

 

Holding memories, homecoming, simple and steadfast.

A cookbook, a pan, a cup…

The little things that speak about the depth of enjoying time in Mom's kitchen, togetherness, meals, laughter, family.

 

Silver-sugar-tongs

Later around the dining room table I told my mom I wanted the sugarbowl and spoon, she laughed saying, "Too late Mark (another brother) has the sugar spoon, the butter-dish and he wants the blanket from the Azores too. I told him he could have the sugar-bowl after I die."

Dang, when did my brothers get so "we-like-kitchen-stuff" on me? 

And we started to tease my brother Mark about taking everything to his house in bits and pieces. 

 

Home

The day before Thanksgiving, while my mom was busy in the kitchen preparing the meal for the next day, she asked her grandchildren to think about what they would like of hers when she was gone.

They didn't think about their grandmother dieing instead they thought about what they might want.

My mom asked Kate (7) the youngest grand-daughter,

"What would you like of Va's when I'm gone?"

Kate said, "The house."

My mom nearly died laughing, and later told us, "Kate was the only one who asked me for the house, so I guess I should give it to her."

Why not shoot the moon!

Gee, why didn't I think of that? 

 

Home coming

My mom walking along the road.

I know what I am going to ask for… that she lives forever so that home will never go away.

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What do you want (or have) from your childhood home?

Comments

55 responses to “When I Die What Do You Want?”

  1. Dee

    I can so relate with your post today…my mother…who will be 92 in June and my Aunt 89 years old…have been “giving” things away lately…”Trying to clear things out” they both said. hummmm Not liking those thoughts!
    Be Blessed today, Corey

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  2. Cynthia Rieth

    As both of my parents have passed away and I am an only child, I have everything!

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  3. Evelyn in NYC

    I helped my mom clean out the house my sisters and I grew up in, and that she and my father lived in for over 50 years together. It was a difficult task – mom wanted everyone to have what they wanted, but the family was so “freaked out” of her talking about when she would no longer be around, no one took anything. Guess who has boxes of stuff from my parents home – all in storage. I couldn’t bear to get rid of any of it. Mom has been gone over 2 years now. I might be ready to crack open some of those boxes and see if anyone in the family has changed their minds yet.

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  4. Beverly

    My late Mother did the same thing.
    Fortunately I was able to have her beautiful collection of coloured embossed goblets in all sizes. I wish I had the huge window ledges to display them as she did..they made the windows look like a church window. I took them carefully wrapped all the way to England where I live. I have other things..but that reminds me so much of my Mother and my childhood.

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  5. Carole

    I have wonderful pictures of my family.

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  6. Gatheringjunque

    Oh my Friend… I love her so.

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  7. beatnheart

    tears …yes…now that I am at my landmark 60 years old, my husband and I are talking often about downsizing, selling the house and getting somthing smaller. What i want is to be in a beautiful spot with nature rather than the sprawl of southern california for miles upon miles…that walk along your mother’s road looks just perfect. I am selling a lot of my stuff…it no longer means anything to me…all the clutter. I just want to have nice linens, bed, …good homemade food…i want laughter, strength, and joy…stuff doesn’t mean much too me now but i wouldn’t turn down a hand me down vintage Martin guitar!
    Corey, your family….makes me sigh…you are so fortunate to have such a beautiful famly and sharing and loving…

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  8. Laurie SF

    Immersing herself in it’s pages. My Grandmother’s cookbook. The cookbook contains handwritten notes, all in German and a dusting of flour. It came from a place with a stout iron fence, large windows, and was cloaked in wisteria and trumpet vines. The flowers are now gone, as it was destroyed during the second world war. The school shined so brightly in my Grandmother’s memory for many years.
    I continue to use her cookbook to this day.

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  9. Shelley Noble

    Lovely to hear he you’ve raised Sasha to be a sensitive, romantic young man.
    No fair your brothers are getting the kitchen things that would perhaps mean more to you? Family meeting! Cases need to be made on the sentiment scale.
    I wish that you get your wishes.

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  10. Rita Darnell

    I kept a lot of kitchen utensils, bowls, dish towels, bedding, my daddy’s pipe, ashtray, inhaler, the baby blanket they kept their little dog wrapped up in, a fireplace mantle, the old ships clock from the tug boat my daddy was captain of, the 1925 singer sewing machine…but my favorite pieces are the ice pick and the ice cream scoops. I use the utensils every day. Daddy’s coffee cup on special occassions. I love having the things they used in day to day life.

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  11. Anne

    My late mother did the same, Corey, but I got the cookbook. Like you, I’m the only girl with 5 brothers but I’m the eldest. A couple of years ago one of my brothers asked me if I knew who had the cookbook. We made a trade – he had a leaded glass light fixture from our drug store that was over 100 years old. The cookbook meant nothing to me and I’d coveted that fixture forever. A few weeks after I got it there was an earthquake (yes, southern California). The only thing that fell or got damaged was the fixture. The brittle lead broke and bent every which way. I started to cry and then decided that it’s all “just stuff” and that it’s only the precious memories that matter. You’ve reminded me so often about the truly valuable things in life. Thank you, dear Corey.

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  12. Marilyn

    I love Kate’s answer. When I was asked that long ago I knew exactly what I wanted, but I also knew most of the family wanted it too. Well I was the only one that said I wanted my grandfather’s china. Since no one else spoke their desire, I got it and thoroughly love having special meals served on that china with my family. For sure speak your desires as they can come true.

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  13. Linda

    As my Father just died, this is pretty much what I just did. I only took a sweat shirt. I guess my Mom will leave much more, such as some very nice jewelry. As a family, we don’t have much that someone else would want. Who wants furniture from Ikea? Not me.

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  14. Rachel L

    My grandmother asked us the same thing, and all I wanted was this really retro set of kitchen knives that she had, because as long as I could remember she’d had them on her wall. They are very ugly but they were hers and remind me of her homey, warm, generous kitchen with her in it, smiling at me. She has been gone 20 years but I’m glad I asked for those as it brings my childhood and her memory closer.

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  15. Jenna

    Nothing of great significance, I would like the ring my father gave my mother when I was born.

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  16. Elaine Holligan

    I laughed at Kate’s innocent answer. That is one to remember.
    I have a small house decorated with years of flea market finds and the only thing I wanted most from my parents home was photos or copies of photos so I could digitize them and make DVDs for my kids to have and for me to remember the days and lives passed.

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  17. Michele

    The six year anniversary is upon me. Mom is gone since 2002 and dad since 2006. Though ‘items of love’ were passed on as requested – the one ‘unknown’ that my parents did not see was the absolute devastation of ‘family’. There is one thing I would change from this time and that is to have my ‘family’ as one. Death is an amazing time and transiton. Death can teach us so very much. Selfishness will ‘tear apart’. With great sadness I say that selfishness won and a ‘family’ no longer exists. Blessed are you who realize the importance of LOVE rather that THINGS.

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  18. Diogenes

    Well, as we are woefully indequate in cutlery, plates and dinnerware…I want my mother’s 1950s Gorham sterling silver flatware set. Will it happen? I don’t know. My sister is the Hyacinth Bucket of dinner parties. I may have to settle for the casual Stangl Ware plates.

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  19. Zosia

    When my Mom was young, it was a custom of the day to have a notebook, which you would pass to your friends and family and everyone would write a poem or a nice sentiment or some words of wisdom and perhaps make a drawing. This was like a memento book from all your friends and family. I have my Mom’s memento book. It’s lovely. It’s all handwritten by different people, in beautiful handwriting (they still taught calligraphy in schools then). The pictures are also very well done.
    It’s something of my Mom as a young woman and also an object of the times past. It’s like your old French letters found at the brocante.

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  20. Chris Wittmann

    I have an old cracked pitcher my mom always used to make iced tea in, and I have a sign that hung above my dad’s home office, handwritten by him, that says “office keep out”
    Just a couple things I treasure 🙂

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  21. Jeannie

    I have become the keeper of misfit items. Since I don’t like to speak up and say what I would like, I go through what is left. I am okay with that because I have some treasures that I probably would not have spoken for, but have huge sentimental value now. The blue and white mug that Great Gram brought with her from England that she had her tea in and then Gram had her coffee in and now so do I. The crochet hook that they both used and the bench my Great Uncle made in wood shop. Nothing that would bring great value at the brocante, but are not replaceable to me. The biggest treasure I have are the memories that I carry in my heart. The walks on the railroad tracks from Grams to GG’s. Making coal gardens, being in the kitchen and garden. The scent of GG’s rose water and Gram’s Chanel #5. Those are the treasures I carry with me. (Oh, and the droopy eyelid, the bad thyroid, and arthritis in my hip – LOL! Someone else could have taken those things and I would not have missed them!)

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  22. Jill Sangster

    Many things belonging to mom came my way because of her recent move to a care facility. They are all precious to me.
    When my dear dad died, I took a cashmere sweater to wear when in need of the comfort he so generously provided while he was alive. That, along with letters written by me which were saved by him.

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  23. Beverly

    So true Michele.

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  24. Curtains in my tree

    Smart girl , that Kate LOL
    I have my grandmothers round oak 42 inch pedestal table. she got it for a wedding present and it was previously owned back in 1922. I grew up around that table, my mother had it and she died young so I took it from her house while she was still living. she lived 3 weeks after being diagnosis ed with cancer
    Then of my mothers I have a set of green crock spouted mixing bowls she said a friend gave her when I was a baby plus many more things and I have no granddaughters and concerned it will all be forgotten after I am gone , not sure any of my 7 grandsons will want anything of course 4 are younger than 9 , the older boys are 23-24 not a brain in either of them LOL not like when I was young LOL so they really won’t want any of Grandma’s treasures
    sorry I went on and on ,
    Janice
    Oh well

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  25. Carol

    Like Cynthia I’m an only child who has most everything. I gave a set of my mother’s dishes to a cousin who wanted them, but that’s it.
    I’m also surrounded by my inlaws things, as my sister-in-law didn’t want much. Her interest didn’t lie in ‘old stuff,” but mine always has.
    I suspect my children will sell most everything in a garage sale when we’re gone. Oh well, my husband and I enjoy it all everyday and think of our parents, grandparents and aunts.
    Almost forgot, one granddaughter age fourteen did make me sign a paper a few weeks ago saying she gets our tattered wing chairs, so there’s some hope. She’s loved the chairs for many years, so there’s some hope.

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  26. Joan

    I have helped close three elders houses/apartment this year. It has been most meaningful when the owner has asked descendants what they want and then made some major decisions as to what goes where. Your mother is right on track, Corey! And often wonderful stories come with the items.
    The most difficult situation was where the owner did not want to participate in any form of decision making.
    Items requested by someone and given to them by the owner come with strong connections to the giver and hold most meaning in their new home. It has been very interesting to see which things different people wanted and why they held meaning for them.
    I treasure the things passed along that I use regularly because it keeps the memory of the owner alive in my heart. When I want to feel close to my mother I wear her wedding ring. I have one of my dad’s bandana handkerchiefs in my night stand. It is nice to be reminded of them.

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  27. pmj

    One of my most favorite things in the whole world are my mother’s sewing scissors. They aren’t good for cutting fabric any more so they’re my “kitchen scissors”. I use or see them almost every day and am always reminded of my sweet mom who died too young some 30 years ago. I can still picture her slender hands in them. She made my sister and my costumes and dance outfits growing up and she taught me how to sew. If you want to see someone freak out – take a look me if the scissors are missing from the drawer!! They are treasured, as my mom always will.

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  28. Christine

    This is easy. I just want my parents back. That’s all. The rest is superfluous.

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  29. martina

    I’m wearing Grandma’s red stone ring that Dad gave her, my flatware is from the other Grandmother and used every day. Grandpa’s cabinet plane is in the workshop, along with Dad’s tools. Mom has given me things through the years; her favorite recipes(in her handwriting!)and a Cybis bunny figurine she bought herself years ago. She couldn’t understand why I asked if I could have the red pitcher she always served spaghetti sauce in-she no longer used it. I love that little pitcher-not worth anything monetarily, priceless full of childhood memories. Oh and I have Dad’s sense of humor, Mom’s logic, Grandma’s smile, Grandmother’s eyes…..

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  30. Kathie B

    Corey, surely your mother’s cookbook can be photocopied for each family member who wants a copy, right? Or, since this is the 21st century, maybe your brother could scan it, then give each of you a copy on a flash drive. At least that way you’d each have the content, albeit not the actual original.

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  31. My Casa Bella

    I had this conversation with my mom a year ago, it was strange talking about it, and I hated talking about it, but I know she wanted to make sure everyone got what they’d like to have. Right now I have my great grandma’s mirror, in fact I just posted a picture of it today on my blog, it’s above the fire place in our guestroom suite. My mother received it when her grandma died and when my parents moved, they had no place for it, so mom asked me if I’d like to have it? It hung in our living room when we were children. Now I get to enjoy it and remember.
    My Casa Bell

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  32. Tongue in Cheek

    Oh Michelle xxx I am sorry but thankful for your message.

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  33. Tongue in Cheek

    Thank you for the most thoughtful, loving, generous comments. I struck a cord…
    and I do not feel alone.

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  34. Kathie B

    P.S. My cousin and I have also scanned and emailed one another our old family pictures, so that there’s a virtual backup, should disaster strike either of our photo collections.

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  35. Barbara Snow

    When my father died, 10 years ago, the only thing I wanted was his tackle box. My sister and I gave it to him for Father’s Day over 50 years ago, and he printed his name on the inside cover. I keep creative supplies in it, and everytime I open it, there is his distinctive handwriting, taking me back in time.
    Fondly,
    Barb in Minnesota

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  36. momof5

    I took my grandfather’s childhood buddy L cast iron truck. My brother saw it in my home years later and said he’d always wanted it. We both played with it…me with my barbies. For his 60th birhtday I gave it to him. It gave me pleasure to give him something he wanted so much. In the end relationships are much more sacred than the “things” that have meaning to us I came to see. It makes me happy to see it in his family room each time I’m there. From my mother’s home I want my grandmother’s french chocolate set and my parents antique bed. I find myself giving away things now to people I know will love them as I have. My girls keep saying “can I have….when you die?
    I say sure but you better put your name on it now as I won’t remember. They are already telling me I promised each they could have the same thing. It’s all “tongue in cheek” but I hope they will treasure some of the things I have and treasure their love for each other more.

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  37. Jeanne

    I’m an only child and my parents died when I was in my early twenties and living across the country. It was unexpected and spooky taking apart my childhood home and deciding what to keep. I have my mother’s special china and some jewelry and my Dad’s complete set of Zane Grey books. I have never read any of them but it is comforting to me to see them with their matching bindings sitting on a shelf. Just a glimpse of those books takes me back to my childhood living room with Daddy reading (sometimes with his eyes closed) and relaxing in his recliner. I often use the china for special family dinners.

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  38. Lia

    I stopped reading to cry.. lovely.. truly real…thank you kind heart

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  39. 24/7 in France

    Family treasures and heirlooms hold such special, personal memories to remind us of our loved ones. I find it’s the memories of special moments, too, that are the most precious.

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  40. Deborah

    I agree; I find it creepy and hard to think about this. In our house, we laugh about The Squirrel Spoon. It’s a unique, large silver serving spoon with , yes, a small squirrel sitting on top of the handle. it was given to me decades ago by an old boyfriend’s mother and now turns out to be a collector’s item worth quite a bit of moolah! since the kids all want it, we’ve decided that they need to share custody!

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  41. Loretta Benedetto Marvel a/k/a Mrs. Pom

    My sweet mother passed away unexpectedly 7 weeks ago. In going through her belongings, my youngest sister asked for the battered, chipped, red-handled “kitchen scissor”. I took her heavy, 50-year old pinking shears and a small set of ‘clippers’ used by tailors.
    All in all, as we sift through her 87 years of belongings, we want nothing more than to have her walk back in the door and tell us to stop making a mess!

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  42. TEXAS FRANCOPHILE

    Wow, you did strike a note with us baby boomers! I am an only child like Carol and Cynthia. My parents house is still in our possession with almost all of their same belongings. We use it as our house in the country. Someday it will be sold and I will have many decisions. In the meantime I cherish the memories. I wear my Mothers engagement ring. Make those trips to Calif as often as you can. What I wouldn’t give to have my parents for Christmas Eve dinner and serve our traditional gumbo! Xoxo Franco

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  43. Eileen @ Passions to Pastry

    I lost my mother 15 years ago and my father exactly 2. I’ve found that since their passings, it’s the little things I have from them that mean the most — a canning jar that my mother wrote the contents on. I wear my father’s wedding ring on my middle finger and will never take it off.

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  44. Kiki

    My mom luckily is still with us, and we four children very early in our parents life had a get-together to ‘claim’ or ‘refrain’ from earthly goods in our parents possession.
    From my father’s belongings I received one of 2 simple kilims my parents had sent to them when taking a holiday in Tunisia. Not only the fact that they innocently ordered and paid for something nobody of us children wd have thought that it would be delivered afterwards – and it did, is astonishing and still fills me with apprehension, no something much more important is linked to this rug.
    My dad and mum kneeled every morning in front of dad’s bed for their prayers. When I visited them (from UK at the time), I always was touched especially by my father’s struggles to get his sentences formed after two strokes he suffered from – I often wished I could finish his sentences for him but knew that I had to be patient and so I looked out from under half-closed lids at my parents’ hands folded on the kilim which was folded over their beds during the day. After the ‘Amen’ my dad carefully and caringly flattened out the kilim with both hands & then he got up and was ready for the day… The kilim is now ‘resting’ on the bare oak floorboards in our guest room, and we never have guests who are not made aware of my feelings for this rug. They appreciate the kilim and the story and I thank you for the joy of allowing me to send a special Thank You to my father and mother with this tale.

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  45. georgie

    A friend and I have exchanged vintage items we’ve bought as well as some family items that the other person liked more. Each time we visit each other, we see stuff that reminds us of home and we know is being enjoyed. I have her Grandma Jones “mashed potato” bowl, she has my Grandma Smith’s vase…etc.

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  46. peggy braswell

    I like,CR. am an only child! Since both parents are gone, I have everything also. Oh I longed to have a sister or brother when I was growing up! treasure your family, Corey,as I am sure you do. xxpeggybraswelldesign.com

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  47. KAMFreeman

    Corey, I was just dusting off two precious pieces from my maternal grandmother’s home; a small salt and pepper shaker set dressed in Norwegian Hardanger bunad and the black pottery cookie jar with flowers encircling it that sat on her counter forever. I also have a small hand sifter that was one of her kitchen tools. From my mother I have some small individual corning ware baking dishes that I use often now that I am retired and living alone. Every day I eat on the porcelain that was my maternal grandmother’s special china and my utensils are the sterling from my paternal grandmother. Always I feel the sweet history of my family as I sit at table.
    I have several pieces of embroidery done by my mother and her mother, a huge collection of knitting and sewing tools and I have a table cloth embroidered by my mother when she married my dad. The linen has worn thin and I have now carefully cut the large circle of a traditional painted Rosemaling design and have pinned it to a lovely new piece of Irish linen. One of my winter tasks is to apply it to this new linen so that it will live on as a family memory. Several pieces of mother’s Rosemaling work on wood-ware are around the home and a collection of glass Christmas ornaments from my childhood are used every year.
    I loved reading your family story and it reminded me that not only must I be garnering thoughts from my two children as to what would be their desire at some time when I am gone but I must ask my two precious grandchildren the same question. Thank you for today’s most lovely writing piece. I appreciate you so much, Corey, and look forward when I am at the computer in the morning to read the stories you so beautifully and lovingly share with your around the globe readers and friends.
    Kristin

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  48. Debra

    My parents moved out of the house I grew up in 5 years ago and into a retirement village. Large house & yard to basically a concrete closet. My mother opted for new furniture, and before I realized it had a huge yard sale. Ok.
    My grandmother’s house reminds me of your family home, Corey. Deep in Virginia with wide open fields and pasture. I would spend weeks of each summer vacation with her. It was an old white farmhouse where she raised 5 boys. Upstairs there was only one large room with many beds. You would have loved her country kitchen. Although my dad had bought her a new electric stove, she preferred the old potbelly stove where she would have to lift the handle and put wood inside! Thankfully, my dad could not part with her things, and I got her foot-peddle Singer sewing machine. I am so happy that, like me, my grandmother wasn’t so good at going through her drawers. I found receipts from the 1920’s and war era momentoos all giving me a brief flash of her life at that time. Priceless.
    But, this year has been unlike any other with the loss of a best friend and 2 aunts. You are truly blessed to have such a wonderful family. I have a sibling fighting a cousin because one found boat load of cash in my aunt’s drawer. That same sibling cleared out her home before anyone knew. Could she really be happy after doing these things?
    My thoughts are the same as others that have posted. I am constantly thinking of down sizing and de-cluttering and just living.

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  49. LIl

    Hi. After my mom died, I took all of her index card recipes, most of them hand-written by her, and had multiple copies made of each one and had the pages spiral bound into cookbooks for her four kids and her sisters. Maybe if your mom has recipes outside her cookbook you could do that someday?
    And please excuse me for saying this but from my experience, I’m not sure that a ‘first dibs’ system is the best way to decide who gets what of your mom’s precious things. I know your mom was asking with love in her heart, but what happens is that this brings up a bit of anxiety and jealousy, no matter how much the siblings love each other. They start to realize that they’d better look around and ask for things and that changes how they experience visits to her home. Perhaps your mom could take note of the requests and write them down but not promise anything.
    And I agree with you that your mom living healthily on into the far future, in the house as is, is the best!

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  50. Kiki

    totally agree with you – be blessed!

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  51. Tongue in Cheek

    Loretta, my prayers are with you.

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  52. Paula

    Sigh. I remember a similar experience. I did not want anything. I just wanted her to go on forever. And, she does, in my heart. And, perhaps, in my actions.
    I do, in fact, have many treasures she gave me. Odds and ends of depression glass, old cookware, old fabrics, the occasional piece of silver. Recipes. One of my prized possessions is the painting stool my father used as a professional house painter. I also have one of his work suits and a cap. Those mean more to me than I could ever express. I love living with my parents each day through my heart and through their things. It is as it should be.

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  53. Bridget

    I want the exact same thing as you.
    IF I had to pick something.. I’d say the old family photos. I would be the temporary guardian of them for the next generation.

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  54. Deb

    My parents both passed away around the same time your Dad did, Corey. My siblings and I made the difficult decision to put our family home on the market, but despite aggressive marketing it did not sell. My dearest husband knew how much this home meant to all of us and he was the one to make the decision to take it off the market and for he and I to move in. This involved a lot of sacrifice on his part.. our previous home was a 5 minute drive to his workplace… it turned into a 2 hour drive one way from a different state. I have to admit it was at first strange being the “adults” in the house but we have made it our own while retaining much of what made it home for over 50 years with my parents. I know they are still here with us… how blessed am I?!

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  55. Sharon Penney-Morrison

    When my Mother passed away…it was 6 weeks after my brother died. Mother had put me in charge of everything in her will.
    I treasure her sewing tools, old singer sewing machine, and her wedding rings from my Father.
    For Christmas last year I gave my youngest daughter her silver settings in the original box. The box was in poor condition from being used for so many years, so I place and sealed pictures of my Mother and Grandmother in the kitchen cooking and 2 recipes that they always used.
    This will be passed to her daughter in many years to come. It is a circle of love.

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