Today I spent the day emptying my mother's garage - 50 years of accumulated stuff. We were supposed to fill the skip but somehow my station wagon was filled with things I couldn't bear to throw out, including this old red phone. I pulled out the complete works of Dostoyevsky (in Russian), various other Russian classics which belonged to my grandmother, paintings on canvas my sister had done which she now rejected, wooden planks, an old rug, and other things. I was happy to see the old Lotto game with the original wooden numbers. We also found one and two cent coins.
Borrow for the holidays – new non-fiction
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