An Inheritance of Turtlenecks

What should we leave behind when we go?

Have you ever inherited something that's not financially valuable? My Grandma Rudi (she was a born and raised San Franciscan) died when we lived in France. My Aunt Robin was charged with clearing out her house and as she did so, she set aside one box for me. What was in the box? Grandma's Turtlenecks. And why did I get them? Well, I suppose because when I lived in Oakland, I pretty much wore turtlenecks every single day. And though the weather is more seasonal here in Normandy, I still where them most of the year. I really love turtlenecks.

A few years after my Grandma Rudi died, Robin mentioned she had a box for me and I was picturing 3 or 4 sweaters, but the box she brought over was big. It was quite a collection — like 30+ turtlenecks! From what I can tell by studying the labels and styles, Rudi would buy 4 or 5 in the fall — she'd choose one brand and pick different colors of the same line. When the weather warmed, she'd have them cleaned and store them in transparent plastic zipper pouches. I don't know if she bought new ones every fall, or every few years, but clearly, Grandma Rudi loved turtlenecks too.