February 25

This was my mom's mixer. She probably used it fewer than ten times. My dad said, "She always said her other mixer wasn't very good, and I finally talked her into getting this one."

After she died, I asked him if I could borrow it.

I can't think that I will ever part with this mixer: it was my mom's, after all.

(Go to my friend Jenifer's excellent blog - http://cleaninghouseamemoir.blogspot.com - and read her entry on February 17, 2009, for an explanation of why we keep our mothers' things.)

Lubbock, Texas