Something nudged me the other day and sent me to a closet where high on a shelf, tucked back in a corner, was a collection of Mama’s gatherings. That box of mishmash told a lot about the woman. There were three magnifying glasses of varying sizes, a clock that had long stopped, an emery board from a bank that closed 40 years ago (it still works great), a New Testament, newspaper clippings that had to do with her family including one of her grand-nephew flying a kite when he was nine, and my favorite item: a half-used pencil from the 1964 Sheriff’s election.