Three generations of cookbooks

My brother, sister and I continue to get my Dad's house ready to sell. We recycled and donated items--household items to Purple Heart, a few pieces of furniture to Salvation Army, linoleum, floor tile and other building supplies to the Reuse Center. I had contacted my brother about 3 twin sets of bedsprings and mattresses, 3 upholstered chairs and a lift chair. I was afraid that we'd have to haul these items to the dump or have a big bonfire. It's funny how thought processess evolve. I thought, "what would it hurt to list these items on craigslist in the freebie section." Amazingly, every last item was taken. Someone picked up Dad's favorite chair to reupholster. A young single mom took the matching twin beds. Another couple took my mother's lift chair and Dad's 2nd favorite chair. A woman needed an upholstered chair for her apartment. A Dad picked up a beautiful double dresser for his daughter. I am so happy that the contents of my Dad's house have been repurposed! I am meeting with a realtor on Monday, and then hopefully we will get the house in pristine condition for the new owners--clean curtains and drapes, clean carpet, wiped down shelves, sparkling bathrooms. I want the house to go to a family and that happy memories will be made once again. And proudly on a bookshelf in my living room are three generations of cookbooks, my Grandmother's, my mother's and my own. In another corner, is my favorite collage of a picture, barometer and pllaque from Mackinac City about "A mother thinks her work is done until she becomes a grandmother."