Going through someone else's treasures collected over a lifetime can pose a dilemma, I've learned.
Especially when the person is one's own late mother.
I now face a new project after we cleaned out a storage unit Saturday that contained her household items, photographs, and other memorabilia.
There's a glass plate with scenes of Niagara Falls on it, a small Toby jug featuring the likeness of Old King Cole, trays for entertaining, candlesticks, record albums, and more.
And I've only started to make my way through the boxes.
It's going to take a while, I imagine.
Stay tuned if you're interested in old stuff. I'll post more photos as I go along.
Taking a walk back in time
My mother passed away more than a year ago at age 92, and this afternoon our son Cameron helped us clean out a storage unit that contained her things - a china set, crystal goblets, old vinyl record albums, a brass umbrella stand.
When he and I pulled up to the storage facility, surrounded by locked, wrought-iron fences and all, I said, "I feel like we're visiting a prison."
We chuckled. Cameron said, "It's like a prison for junk."
That's pretty accurate, I'd say! I'm sure people put stuff there and pay the bill every month but never get around to returning for it. I'm glad we finally did.
But I soon learned there was more than junk inside for us. There were treasures, especially the photos!
I had to share this one of my parents' wedding day. It was taken outside the Little Church Around the Corner (Church of the Resurrection) in Manhattan, where they were married in 1951. I've never seen the photo before and I was thrilled to find it.
My maternal grandparents, my parents, and my paternal grandmother, October, 1951.
I now face a new project after we cleaned out a storage unit Saturday that contained her household items, photographs, and other memorabilia. 
