Hunters, Gatherers, Keepers

Recently as I was trying to track down my Octogenarian mom; she was obviously out and about. I discovered her with her sister and my cousins making a day of it at Round Top. She was "treasure" hunting in "paradise". Now, part of those quests always include "the mouse". Having grown up thinking that all telephones were Mickey Mouse and that all toast had Mickey's head burnt into it as the toaster played "Who's the Leader of the Band" - I think this is normal. The entire brood; adopted, inherited,  or otherwise are naturally on the look out for additional "finds" to add to her collection.

The two sisters crack me up!  One day I go by her house and WHAM there are two giant curio cabinets they had found at a garage sale in the living room.  Thought: how did they get them home and in the house?  Well, of course, the nice young man at the garage sale they bought them from delivered them.   

She is a woman of serious patience.  My dad had to practically drag her out of the Diamond Mine in Arkansas and she was not a happy camper.  She can walk the beaches for hours in search of the perfect shell.  We have gathered  rocks and fossils from all over the country.  Some of us are hunters, some of us are gatherers, and some of us are keepers.  She is all three.  



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Long and short of it -  if there is a market days, flea market, antique show, festival ,etc... in Texas keep your eyes open for her, she will have a list, be ready to haggle, she might have on face paint and/or a funky hat, and if you make eye contact - you just might be delivering to New Braunfels, Texas.