And the secret to immortality is... mothballs!
My grandmother died over 13 years ago. We inherited some lovely furniture from her. In some of the furniture, she'd used mothballs.
Sometime last year, my sandals got dropped into a drawer. Probably after our summer trip to Savannah.
Since it's pretty warm today, I dug them out. I'm now walking around with the smell of Nana Nan's mothballs wafting up at me. *sigh*
Nana lives on!
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