This little post engendered a wonderful chat. I think most of us must have fond memories like this.
I would like to mention the sitting-room closet, which held a certain fascination for me. Here the explorer would find my mother’s bowling shoes–truly mystifying!–and her tennis racket, although I don’t remember her ever playing tennis until much, much later in life. The carpet-sweeper was also in there. Do we still have carpet-sweepers?
Ah, the smell of ironing! And the black-and-white TV. And kneeling on the couch by the window, watching the snow come down…
Yes, familiar memories.
My early memories are my mother at her beloved sewing machine as she made clothes for my older sister, younger brother, and me.