Passing along a treasure
I cleaned my mother’s silver belt tonight; I’m giving it to you for Christmas. I’d always thought it silver, but now think another metal, maybe copper or tin, is overlaid on a silver base. This belt is so recognizable to me, and I fondly find it pretty. Mom had it forever. She dressed like a gypsy, walnut stained face and many layers of necklaces, to read fortunes at my third grade school carnival, and wore this belt clasped at her waist over voluminous skirts and slips, hoop earrings, scarved red tresses, and striking green eyes. She nailed it. I was amazed by her performance – yeah, like an eight year old. So proud! You can thank her genetically for your waistline – apparently it skips a generation… Helene would delight in you wearing this!