tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919830837927228571.post1363805294953164380..comments2024-03-25T07:17:42.807-04:00Comments on Doing Hard Time in Shaker Heights: The detritus of life The Cool Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04162345087029159056noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919830837927228571.post-60747194790738530552014-10-18T13:16:15.539-04:002014-10-18T13:16:15.539-04:00And someone will keep it as a connection to you.And someone will keep it as a connection to you.Yankhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06309872309564393384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919830837927228571.post-13308660703514310362014-10-18T12:32:36.841-04:002014-10-18T12:32:36.841-04:00There was a final box at my mother's house whe...There was a final box at my mother's house when we cleaned it out, pencils and pens from the junk drawer, but among the stuff was a pale blue round tin with a transfer image on the lid. You opened up the tin and inside were 12 small spools of flesh colored thread. E asked what it was and Why she kept it. I knew, and said it was my great grandmothers unused tin of silk stocking hose repair thread. It had no value, but she kept it because it was a connection. And I am keeping it for the same reason. A connection.<br />The Cool Cookiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04162345087029159056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919830837927228571.post-47755915716532418012014-10-17T11:06:44.441-04:002014-10-17T11:06:44.441-04:00I also wish I'd thought of this.I also wish I'd thought of this.Yankhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06309872309564393384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919830837927228571.post-85694492051577804982014-10-17T09:34:18.632-04:002014-10-17T09:34:18.632-04:00If I had to do this task all over again, I would h...If I had to do this task all over again, I would have taken photos of the "little things" that I didn't want to keep, yet didn't want to forget about.The Mistresshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07109289531733623207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919830837927228571.post-89947577192492115052014-10-13T17:31:18.224-04:002014-10-13T17:31:18.224-04:00I've done estate sales over the years and I lo...I've done estate sales over the years and I love to go through peoples old stuff. After rummaging medicine cabinets, junk drawers, work shops, kitchens and linen closets, you have a clear idea of the kind of person someone was and more intimately how they lived their day to day lives.<br /><br />Interestingly enough, I cleaned my garage today and tossed many things. ayeM8yhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07258615853099164514noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919830837927228571.post-33256261066590756802014-10-10T14:32:08.513-04:002014-10-10T14:32:08.513-04:00What a lovely post. Thank you. What a lovely post. Thank you. Yankhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06309872309564393384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919830837927228571.post-89350277092821320092014-10-09T21:52:22.996-04:002014-10-09T21:52:22.996-04:00your time of month may bring cramps.
what could b...your time of month may bring cramps. <br />what could be better to fix some old <br />cramps than some old midol.<br /><br />normadesmondhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17325110017442011627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919830837927228571.post-53997260513209138802014-10-09T19:29:56.817-04:002014-10-09T19:29:56.817-04:00One of things we found in the house was a sealed b...One of things we found in the house was a sealed box of Midel from the 1970s. Why did she have it? In case a guest needed some. Now it's in my bathroom. In case a guest asked if we have a Midal from Nixon era.The Cool Cookiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04162345087029159056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919830837927228571.post-48676218339756160382014-10-09T14:02:02.635-04:002014-10-09T14:02:02.635-04:00As much of a pain in the ass it is to go through y...As much of a pain in the ass it is to go through your parents things, it is also a gift. When my mother died, my brother and I cleaned out her house. We roared with laughter and memories when we found my moms spices in the cupboard. I swear to god some had to have been from when she was a newlywed, the tins (literally TIN) hadn't be made in 30 years. There was the same sad tin of Paprika she sprinkled on top of potato salad. Heavens to betsy, NOT for flavor, just a little for color! LOL She never used it up in all those years. The bottle of Tabasco sauce was BROWN with age. She was from Iowa, not known for its spicy cuisine. My brother and I each kept one Tone's tin of spices in moms memory. Lord knows what people will think when they find those in our kitchen cabinets when we leave the mortal coil! They'd be ancient by then. KellyRedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09772083557607205029noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919830837927228571.post-58278093107814278602014-10-06T23:49:03.993-04:002014-10-06T23:49:03.993-04:00There is a line in the new Roz Chast book about h...There is a line in the new Roz Chast book about how marketing aims at folks in their 20's and 30's because once you've had to clean out your parents' house, you never look at your own stuff in quite the same way. <br /><br />BTW Congrats on scoring the double boiler. ;-) That was a fixture in my mother's kitchen (used almost every day). Mom died 15 years ago this November 1st. Amazing how some things bring it all back so quickly.Will Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06489879295104017008noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919830837927228571.post-35754075546428115242014-10-06T18:07:51.186-04:002014-10-06T18:07:51.186-04:00There was the porch rugs that we bought that went ...There was the porch rugs that we bought that went through one rainstorm and puckered up like the face of someone who had just bitten into a lemon. The Cool Cookiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04162345087029159056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919830837927228571.post-31934747807517151602014-10-06T11:08:54.059-04:002014-10-06T11:08:54.059-04:00i can't say i knew that store from the get-go,...i can't say i knew that store from the get-go, (i think it started in hingham) but i became a constant fixture in norwood. i still kick myself that i threw out two BRAND NEW suits i bought, one electric blue, the other electric chartreuse, pencil straight tight slacks- matching jackets that were long & buttoned up to the neck with fabric covered buttons. outfits that paul revere & the raiders would've had made. i wore the pants, very occasionally, but never the coats. then, my waistline grew & that was that. i know i still have books from #19 too (a signed copy of a david leavitt novel!). aside from the search, always the best part, the goofy signs in the store were always amusing. cookie, you're really making me nostalgic!normadesmondhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17325110017442011627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919830837927228571.post-63817836260936363522014-10-06T09:06:09.758-04:002014-10-06T09:06:09.758-04:00With my mother and step father, it was aluminum fo...With my mother and step father, it was aluminum foil. And when we moved into this house in Baltimore, Mrs. A., the woman who lived in our house, evidently also had a collection of foil. It's a sign.The Cool Cookiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04162345087029159056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919830837927228571.post-62171806838587060602014-10-06T09:02:25.520-04:002014-10-06T09:02:25.520-04:00You need to blog it. Unless you went to a Builing...You need to blog it. Unless you went to a Builing 19, you had no idea what they had. I miss it becuase you never know what you could find. My brother in law found a pair of men's PINK steel toe sneakers for under five dollars. He wore them for years.The Cool Cookiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04162345087029159056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919830837927228571.post-71550038704954298582014-10-06T08:41:46.541-04:002014-10-06T08:41:46.541-04:00My Mom died a couple years before your Mom, but re...My Mom died a couple years before your Mom, but reading your blogs about your mother brings it all back. That's not a bad thing. You hear how you'll get accustomed to it or accept it. Baloney! You just learn to live with it. <br /><br />Every week I would drive 100+miles round trip to go shopping for my Mom. We went shopping together and then to Perkins or Denny's before the walking became too much for her. We tried the wheelchair/shopping cart thing once. And that was it, once. She said all the things whizzing by made her dizzy. <br />Every week she'd tell me to get a roll of plastic wrap. It went on for weeks and months for about 1 1/2 years before she fell and could not go back to her house. I would think "Gee, she sure uses a lot of plastic wrap". Then, I'd think "Oh, she must be wrapping up 1/2 of a sandwich everyday or covering a cup of soup" etc. <br />I had moved closer in the interim and then my partner left, leaving me with a big, empty house and a big, pointless mortgage. I sold the house and moved into Mom's place. I began going through things, organizing, cleaning, donating and trashing. One day it was the junk room's turn, where there was a huge industrial, wooden bookshelf picked out of the trash at a nearby closed RCA factory that employed thousands at one time. I moved some things around on the shelf and there they were, about 24 rolls of plastic wrap. So much for my theory that she was wrapping 1/2 of a sandwich or covering a cup of soup. No, she was just trying to maintain a normal shopping list as best she could. And I, being a dutiful son, scrupulously followed her list every week. I guess in my heart I knew what was happening, but I didn't want to face it at that time. <br />One good thing about it was that I didn't have to buy plastic wrap for years after. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919830837927228571.post-1921284463796600632014-10-05T23:58:04.769-04:002014-10-05T23:58:04.769-04:00do you have any idea how important
building 19 wa...do you have any idea how important <br />building 19 was once in my life?normadesmondhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17325110017442011627noreply@blogger.com