My husband and I were cleaning the house and packing stuff away in the attic (crawl space) and we told our son to come over and take what he wanted or to get his stuff and get it to his home. Well, you know sons!!!!!! We ended up packing the stuff and putting it in the attic, but before we taped down the boxes, I got out my stationary, envelopes and plastic sandwich bags and put a note in each and every box! "I know how hot it can be up here. You will remember I told you to come and get your stuff before we did this." Love, your Mother - or - "Are we having fun yet?" - or - "We love you, Gary." - or - "You never did listen to me!" So after we are in Heaven looking down on him and his family, we will watch him cussing us out!!!!!! And laugh!!!!!! I have to say this though, not too long ago he called and said "Do you still have the Pong game?" "Yes, it's in the attic." "Oh!" So when he has time, he can go up in the hotter'n heck attic and get his Pong - to show his kids the best thing since Game Boy or whatever it's called.
My sister will get my fabric. My memory quilt will lay on my coffin and will be flanked by the quilts my grandmother,mother and I made - in lieu of flowers! They will go to my son and my grandchildren. But I am only 73 and I have a lot more quilts to make!
OK, back to my sewing. Edie