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Jan. 20th, 2010 12:18 pmYesterday Mum and I did some sorting of Grandma's last possessions. This was the box with the impossible bits, although we did find her original marriage certificate, Grandpa's death certificate and evidence that Mum was right in the Great Argument over the Dining Room Suite. Don't ask me about the Great Argument. I know it not, except that it's been going on for decades and probably involves my uncles. All I know is that my mother is treasuring the receipt I found as if it were worth millions.
I think the hardest bit of yesterday was seeing inside Grandma's mind. She was trained not to show her deep emotions and some of the things we discovered were like a slap in the face. Others set us crying. Sometimes relatives should not see these things. Other times, they lay ghosts to rest.
There's more to do: more slides, more books, more papers. I don't think we'll be doing it for a while, though. I think we've reached the limit of Mum's capacity to deal. We've also met her original objectives.
I've been so focussed on this sorting process that I've mucked up my diary. I owe apologies to Chuck and Jenny. Chuck I'm not going to be able to see at all, and Jenny's going to get a couple of hours instead of a half day. I came down this time for Mum and the family, so I'm hoping they'll understand. I'm hoping all my other friends (the ones I'm not seeing at all) will understand too. I hope they'll especially understand that somehow all my phone numbers and email addresses got sorted yesterday, along with Grandma's papers. I can't contact anyone until I get home!
Time to work. I've only done about 2 days work in seven, and this isn't supposed to be a holiday! If I can finish and hour of the stuff I brought down with me, I get to see friends till evening. Then I do everything else. And now you know why I'm not gallivanting. If you want me to gallivant with you sometime, I have inherited Grandma's pink feather fan. Very pink. Very feathery. Very suitable for gallivanting.
I think the hardest bit of yesterday was seeing inside Grandma's mind. She was trained not to show her deep emotions and some of the things we discovered were like a slap in the face. Others set us crying. Sometimes relatives should not see these things. Other times, they lay ghosts to rest.
There's more to do: more slides, more books, more papers. I don't think we'll be doing it for a while, though. I think we've reached the limit of Mum's capacity to deal. We've also met her original objectives.
I've been so focussed on this sorting process that I've mucked up my diary. I owe apologies to Chuck and Jenny. Chuck I'm not going to be able to see at all, and Jenny's going to get a couple of hours instead of a half day. I came down this time for Mum and the family, so I'm hoping they'll understand. I'm hoping all my other friends (the ones I'm not seeing at all) will understand too. I hope they'll especially understand that somehow all my phone numbers and email addresses got sorted yesterday, along with Grandma's papers. I can't contact anyone until I get home!
Time to work. I've only done about 2 days work in seven, and this isn't supposed to be a holiday! If I can finish and hour of the stuff I brought down with me, I get to see friends till evening. Then I do everything else. And now you know why I'm not gallivanting. If you want me to gallivant with you sometime, I have inherited Grandma's pink feather fan. Very pink. Very feathery. Very suitable for gallivanting.