One woman's dream- the bed is surrounded by.......

My husband and I live in a one bedroom trailer. In these parts it is know as a park model. In other words, if you took the notion, you could haul it out of here with a truck. It is, actually, a glorified towable trailer. Nothing more, nothing less. It does have a Florida room build on to it. We pay to have it licensed every year just like a vehicle. It even has a license plate that is always on display in the front window. We get charged an annual tax for the Florida room. Bureaucracy, don't ya know!


Anyhoo, I divert, my bedroom has turned into a storage/office with a bed in it. We are constantly finding items for EBay and they have to be right at hand in order to get priced and listed on EBay. BUT, our bedroom is only so large, it is actually teeny. There is "stuff" piled up everywhere. You cannot go to bed in the normal fashion, from the side of the bed. You have to crawl in from the foot of the bed. Now, I have MS, as most of you know, and my crawling leaves a lot to be desired. So, I manage to dig my way in without having to resort to creeping into bed.

This tale I am telling reminds me, quite fondly of my mother. My mother was a pack rat. She saved everything. She would say it had to do with being a child of the Depression. She was a teenager during the Great Depression.
Anyway, she owned a brownstone in New York City's Greenwich Village. Now she had four stories which included an English basement. Below the English basement was a sub basement where the furnace and such resided. Plus there was plenty of storage down there.

No, never enough storage, There came a time, that it was not enough storage in the whole house. The place was crammed sub-basement through fourth floor with antique "stuff". She was a collector of everything.

In my mother's bedroom the bed was surrounded by couches, tables, assorted chairs. All of them antique, but, still piled, willy nilly.

I would question her as to why all of these things.. The reply would always be: "you'll see" or "never mind."

Time went on, summer, winter, fall and spring. She collected for several years and finally came the day when the announcement was made in front of family and friends: " I have bought a bed and breakfast in South Lee, Massachussetts!"
Thus was born one woman's dream.