When my mother passed away last year, her possessions were scattered among her large family. Knickknacks were given to her great grandchildren, her treasured cut-glass bowls were divided among her children, and her clothing was donated to a local non-profit.
Have you ever noticed how the oddest things can trigger memories? Among the items I inherited was a black-handled, three-tined fork my mother used when frying bacon. The handle has melted in spots and the tines are crooked. If I tried to give it away, I doubt I could find a taker. But every time I use that fork, I think of my mother standing at the kitchen stove, her white hair frizzed around her face and her cheeks flushed. She’s holding that fork, her elbow resting on her hip as she cooks. It’s a happy memory. One of those good ones you hate to lose.
Do you have your own three-tined fork? Something you have owned for years that only you could treasure? Your assignment for today is to write about a useless piece of junk that you prize. Put your timer on for ten minutes and make us understand why you love it with details. Post your writing in the comments section below to share!
P.S. Don’t forget about my Writing in the Garden Retreat in Baxter, Minnesota, on Friday, August 19. We only have room for 15 and spots are filling! Plans are underway for another writing retreat at Quilting in the Pines for sometime in September or October. I’ll keep you posted!