Lessons Without Notes
In one week the house that has been central to my life since I was 11 years old will be owned for the first time ever by someone other than my parents, Laura and Olin Elzey. On Friday when we walked in I was struck by how much it still felt like Mother's house. I had assumed that when the bedrooms were empty and the kitchen no longer centered on my paternal grandparents' round oak table that I would no longer feel the attachment to this house under contract. With or without furniture this house still brought back memories of a good chunk of my life and even with most of her possessions gone I could still picture Laura Parsons Elzey in these rooms. The time had come to leave. Rooms had been cleaned, pictures sorted, and outdated food products trashed, . Although I was pleased that the house had sold, that pleasure was cut by the sorrow over the loss of my mother as well as the door closing on a large segment of my life. I wondered as I looked around for the last time what p...