Yeh, visited with my elderly parents and my youngest sister this weekend. A bit pooped, but it’s good poop. *heh*
Funny. About 35 years ago, “someone” (a sibling whose name shall be unmentioned but whose initials are… nah, pass) made off with my childhood/youth coin collection (with some nice, some “very fine,” early 20th century and mid-to-late 19th century American coins. Well, to be fair, my mom gave both my collection and this sibs collection to this sib to “split up” with me “someday” and maybe that day’s just not arrived yet.
It’s not a big enough deal to hassle about.
Sooo, Mom’s been feeling a bit displeased with her impromptu decision for some years. Here comes Dad with a rather heavy small case… Yeh, he’s too old to tote it comfortably. Opens up. An unorganized mess of mostly crap coins culled from grandparents’ unorganized junk drawers. A couple of nice Morgan dollars about as nice as the six I once had. Some poor quality Buffalo nickles, a buncha mixed quality wheat and Indian head pennies, that kinda thing (one surprise: an 1859 penny in very poor condition–no surprise given both its age and the fact that it’d just been picked up by one of my grandparents and stuck in a jar).
No big surprises or great finds, but it was thoughtful of Mom n Dad to recall my childhood obsession with coins.
Oh, then there were boxes and boxes of hymnals and old (non-hymnal) song books of mostly Gospel song collections. Arrrgghhhh. Where am I going to find the room for seven more boxes of books? Well, maybe some good ones I don’t already have in my own collection. I know where to donate the rest.
But. Sitting on top of “my” collection of boxes to clean out, something my mom said she “used just once”–
Yeh, that’s it in the lower lefthand corner of the pic: a burr coffee grinder. Made a pot today using its grind. Nice.
All-in-all, though, the trip was only really worth the time for the visit with the folks and my youngest sister. Yeh, a brief visit, but with all the years, catchup is quick, too, especially since we talk on the phone all the time. Mother’s getting ever more feeble–who knows how long she’ll be around? Daddy’s getting ever deafer–sad for someone who spent most of his life making music, although with the help of an electronic tuner he’s able to keep on playing his saxes.
Still, mostly glad to be back with my Wonder Woman. Lovely Daughter’s just dropped in, so I’m bagging the blog for the rest of the day.
Honor thy mother and thy father…I applaud ya for makin the effort..
as tedious as it sometimes is…You will no doubt be rewarded on High.