My sister, Carol, just went to closing on a house she sold.

I lent a hand helping her pack.

We began in mid-November and through sorting and wrapping, taping and stacking, hauling and heaving, lugging and loading, stooping and stretching, sunshine and raindrops, lost keys and cell phones and frustrating inspections, there was much chatting and memories, stories and updates, giggles and laughter and sisterly love.

 

 

This vintage French Provincial bedroom set belong to our parents, purchased in the early 1960’s.  It went to Carol when Mommy passed several years ago and I got the new set mommy was then using.

 Carol doesn’t want to take this to her next home and though I wasn’t in need of a bedroom set, the sentimental value was too great to pass it up and now resides in our guest room.

 The chest on chest belonged to Daddy and how I remember, as a kid, snooping through his top drawer and seeing his neatly folded hankies, perfectly placed wallet, coins, keys, pens, deck of cards and trinkets stored there. 

I left the white iron bed that we had purchased and used until we received mommy’s new set. It is a queen-size and better suited for visitors than the full bed that is part of the set. I think it works with the other pieces.

 

 

 

Searching old photo albums for shots with the furniture in the background, I found these:

My 8th grade graduation

Cousin, Karen and I as flower girl and junior bridesmaid for Carol’s wedding

Daddy and his first grandchild, Chrissy (Carol’s oldest) at his organ

and

Carol ready for her senior prom

Carol, John and I looking a wee weary, took a selfie after a long, busy day, with only the steps to sit upon. Still happy together

and still finding fun in being together.

yes, sisters.  she is so kind, smart, poised, beautiful and generous and I love her to pieces

Next time, I will show you where I put the bed to this set and then my dining room changes.

ta-ta for now!