let go or be dragged . . . .

. . . . . especially if you're talking about stuff --- i met my brother at longview road this afternoon to talk to the people that are going to deal with the contents of jcniris' house --- at this point, it i s all a jumble of stuff that we all have rooted through and taken what we wanted --- the neice and nephew have taken a lot of things, but there are still some things i hate to leave for the pickers, like g-grandma lee's hump-backed trunk from the 1880s and the couple of quilts that she or her mama made god knows when --- iris' first "good" china, which wasn't all that good, and g'ma hart's dogwood glasses that were originally bought full of p'nut butter or jelly, i can't remember which --- the little almost-ruined, home-made bentwood chair from when iris was a child and the battered little blue-now-peeling-red car that was mine in 1953 and their first dining room table and chairs, circa 1942, and the armless rocker in which she rocked us all to sleep and the bassinet that they used for all three of us ---the little painted rocking chair that murphy bought for gary in cherokee in the 1940s and the framed prints that hung in g'ma hart's house --- i kept all the old photo albums, many reels of iris' 35mm slides, lots of documents including all i could find of iris' real-estate business papers --- even so, i had to rent a small 5' by 5' storage unit in order not to be covered up with boxes of papers until i've had a chance to go through and sort and what not ---

the dissolution of jcniris' material remains continues