Advent Housecleaning. . .
A while back my mother sent me some things that were made by her mother and her grandmother. They were nothing special to most eyes but pure gold to me. To think my great-grandmother, who died when my grandmother was only 13, has passed this bit of her stitching and handiwork all the way down to me and it survived in pristine condition. Those are keepers and will be carefully preserved. They belong not really to me but to those who come after me, a golden thread to tie us to our past. In this case, an immigrant past from a man and woman who left Sweden behind to come to America and in doing so began a new life among strangers without any blood relatives here. What a story! My house is filled with these mementos of our history, from my wife's side and mine. They are all over the walls and shelves of our home. The folks from HGTV would tell us it is time to declutter and perhaps some would send over a therapist to talk to us about our hoardi...