Oh, the rosaries, too. Have found at least two dozen, probably more. Those and lots of mass books, both in Polish and English.
Yesterday, the Zen cleaning wave that I'm pretty sure most Polish females of strong body and sound enough mind can generally catch a ride on when they need to was broken with a sinister laugh from the kitchen:
"Come and Bake with us, Joanie. Come and Bake with us forever...and ever...and ever..."
My Mother was obsessed with him. Why? He was cute, I guess. She had a tee shirt that further explained that he smiled a lot and was "rolling in dough."
The refrigerator was full of packaged cookie dough and dinner rolls; the cupboard had six or seven different cake/baked good mixes. Kept the dry mixes, but had to toss the refrigerated stuff as it was starting to sprout.
Oh, and the collectors items: ornaments, wallpaper borders, kitchen linens, a cookie jar to name a few. I think there's something like three crates full of knicknacks. Most all of it's smoke damaged, so it's not like one could flog any of it on e-Bay, either.
Wish I could just toss it. Doesn't seem like I'm going to be able to, though. The thought of doing that makes me incredibly sad.
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Sometimes you can't toss something right away. Just let it be and then over time you may be able to "let it go"...
The doughboys brought a lot of joy to mum; when you're ready, they'll be ready to go too.
(Organization consultant never used the word "toss"; it was always "let go".)
I'm looking for a cookie jar so if you come across anything decent, I'm your girl!
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