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A Treasure Box of Memories and Chicken Bones

Whenever I come home to visit my parents, Mom wants me to help her unload the stuff shes managed to collect in the 37 years theyve lived in their house–stuff that she may need one day. Last Christmas, we tackled her five closets of clothes. It was a cacophony of timeless pieces that Mom couldnt part with; most items Mom would defend by saying, But I never even wore it! That doesn …