first left soup tureen; Lady carrying basket from my mom when 17; and Blue Ridge from Southern Pollenia?
At one point, all those precious items from your great-grandmother? Your offspring will not take them. And that is where things go awry.
My children have looked at my treasures and said "Oh, we don't want that. Means nothing to us."
This song tells how I feel.
Some descendants may someday thumb through my stuff, and say how cool we were. I hope they recognize how cool we are.
And I hope that maybe they appreciate my writing. Not so, yet. Their lives are too busy, etc.
