One of my grandmothers saved every-damned-thing. It was a monstrous task when she moved from Missouri to California. When she died a few years later, she still had a lot of sh… stuff, and my mother and her two sisters spent a lot of hours swearing.
My other grandmother had nice things, but if anyone admired something of hers, she immediately gave it to them.
I’m probably more like one grandmother than the other. Guess which one.
~VOW