 | Mom's Scarf Collection | for Julie's contacts |
As
I was reorganizing our bedroom, I came upon my mother's scarf
collection. As long as I can remember, whenever we traveled, my mom
would buy a scarf. At the time I couldn't understand her fascination,
but now I look at them and am often struck by the artwork, or the
colors, or just the places they represent. She has them from Colorado, 
California, Arizona, New Mexico, Hollywood, 
Disneyland, Mission Capistrano, Iowa 
and
the Seattle World's Fair, just to name a few. She even has one with
dresses on it and designers names. Some I remember her wearing as a
headscarf, others just stayed neatly folded in a box her uncle had made.
There were so many! I can remember watching her take them out
periodically and unfolding, admiring and refolding each one. I would
watch her expressions on her face as she looked at them and often
wondered what memories they brought back for her. Most of them have
where they are from somewhere in the design so I know where they came
from, but I wish now I had asked more questions of her, such as: why did
you choose the ones you have, because of the colors, something special
in the design? What do you think about when you unfold each one? As I unfolded, admired and refolded each one, her scent that still permeates them began to fill the room and I saw her hands just as plain as if she were still beside me on the bed just like we had been so many times before. I remember how she would caress each of them, sometimes outlining the design with her index finger. Sometimes she would sigh as she refolded them to put them away. What bittersweet thoughts had come to mind? I will never know.
I
did keep one out and folded it into a triangle and put it on my jewelry
chest because it matches the colors in my room and the design is that
of a lady and a gentleman on park benches. I thought it might be nice to
have one out where I can see it everyday. I don't take them out very
often, I don't want her scent to leave them; it wraps around me like a
much needed hug.
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