Yours, mine, ours and I dont know where it came from!!

In the car this morning, I was thinking about "my stuff". That could mean a lot of things, but this stuff I was thinking about was things in my house. There is not a day that goes by that I don't look at certain items, and remember the story that goes with certain pieces of furntiure,or objects that are scattered, oh so neatly?,around my house.

In my dinning room, that is never used, is grandmother's hutch and table, Kaye's piano,Tina's grandmother's watercolor prints, Canes from my mother, silverware and china from mom, a table from Adah, along with some Methodist hymnals, Bill's mothers tea set. That is just a tiny dent in the dinning room. All our rooms are filled with stories, that have stuff that belongs to them.

I'm sitting in the living room/converted to the computer room rght now typeing away, and I feel the warmth of my kids college diplomas hanging on the wall, and Bill's from Princton. I feel smart in here!!!! I see Keith's toy from when he was a baby, that Bill keeps on the desk, and all of our kids pictures and on one shelf I have all the clay bowls and what-knots the kids made in school, including my ashtray from 7th grade, which really was a bowl!!!

Everyroom filled to the brim. One time filled with kids, now stuff, but oh how that stuff talks!