Mum’s Box of Treasure

‘Treasure’ is the only way I can describe the box Sis gave me on the day of the funeral.
Just an ordinary shoe box, but so very, very special.
Inside were several smaller boxes with my name on, written in Mum’s own hand so she had put these things together some time ago. Four contained one each of a set of silver plated crystal Poirot figures I’d bought Mum and Dad one year for their anniversary, another my grandmother’s cameo, others a crystal swan, and a cute little crystal ball of wool with some gold knitting needles in it. Hubby says we will have to have another shelf to put them on.

There was a photo album containing some pictures of her first holiday with us in the cottage. We’d taken her up to the windmill tearooms. Oh my, I was practically at my heaviest then, and dwarfed her sideways!
It was also the first time she’d met MOH and Buddy as their visits overlapped by a couple of days so there were pictures of them in there too.

The exercise book of poems from which Sis selected the one I read at Mum’s service dates back to 1971.
As I read them, I remembered writing them. Some are truly awful, one or two made me laugh out loud and there are a few that are quite poignant and sad. I seem to have been a bit of a lonely romantic always losing the one she loved all those years ago.

There was also a handwritten album of poetry I’d put together for Mum and Dad’s anniversary in 1984. There were a few humourous ones in that too but again most were sad romantic yearnings. Sis had also returned to me the book of poetry I sent Mum for Christmas in 2016.

There were newspaper cuttings of poetry that had been printed in the local paper, and at the bottom of the box the two framed poems Mum had hanging on her bedroom wall referring to her knee replacement ops, ‘The Search for Mum’s Brain’ and its sequel.
She read ‘The Search for Mum’s Brain’ at a Show and Tell afternoon at the Fireside Club she went to before her health really started to fail. Apparently everyone enjoyed it and had a good laugh.

There were some other little things of hers, so preciously wrapped and labelled for me.
Sis had put in copies of Mum’s will and a codicil letter she’d added at a later date.Β  I could practically hear her raising her voice to my two nieces to SHARE her videos and DVDs!
She’d actually written it like that, in capital letters. Bless her, she knew us so well.
On the bottom of the typewritten sheet was a handwritten note ending with she loved us all.
That tipped me over the edge.

We lost Mum four weeks ago today. It feels like an age, yet also like yesterday.
I guess dementia has that effect on everyone, so much is lost yet remembered out of a timal context. The Love is and always will be there though.Β 

Sis is selling up. We don’t blame her and wish her luck in the downsizing game.

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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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13 Responses to Mum’s Box of Treasure

  1. That truly is a box of treasure. And to have her handwriting there, knowing she wanted you to have these things to remember her by, when she still could do so, makes it somehow all the more special.

  2. colinandray says:

    Very touching.I bet your Mum is “up there”, smiling down at you, and thinking “I was a good Mum!” πŸ™‚

  3. scifihammy says:

    This is so very poignant, but how lucky you are to have these reminders of your Mum when she was in much better health.

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