Fortune Cookie

^^Written For Sunday Scribblings^^
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Such an auspicious collector I am and a lot of these delectable treasures are squirreled away in an antique dresser that once belonged to a Grandmother of my Stepfather’s. This Russian made wood dresser with an old mirror has never been refinished or polished; the contents are what shine in my eyes.

This dresser isn’t full of clothes, socks, scarves or anything of the norm
that one would neatly pack away in a piece of furniture of this quality. My
dresser is full of memories and treasures that I have collected over the course
of my life.

Looking through the antique dresser drawers where I squirrel away all that is
important to me, I once again come across the years of memories represented in
many shapes and forms. Some of these treasures are in the way of jewelry, notes,
letters, gift cards, photographs and lots of odds and ends of modest possessions
that my children have made me that I have treasured so dearly.

Not everything I collect or treasure is stored in the drawers of this wood
dresser but those that are here, either make me smile and on occasion makes
me very sad.

Some of what I have collected surprises me; some of what I have collected makes
me wonder why I have collected such things. Two People come to mind when I
think about my many collections and what I consider treasures.

My Mother and Grandmother are quite the superstitious type of people and
if you asked if I was also I would quickly reply, “No way, not me”! BUT .. I
must truthfully admit some of my Mothers superstitions have rubbed off. I could
go into a lot of detail on this one, but then I would be straying from what I
came to tell.

Kneeling on the floor I pull open the bottom drawer where I find slips and slips
of tiny pieces of paper all proclaiming to be telling of my fame and fortune.
These fortunes all came to me through a fortune cookie.

Every single meal I consumed at a Chinese restaurant I would faithfully take
that slip of paper from my fortune cookie, read it, always wondering if this
fortune cookie would be it, the definitive fortune and then I would cram it
away into my change purse or pocket.
Sometime later when cleaning out my purse or laundering I would then add these
crumpled up pieces of paper telling of my fortune to the drawer in the
dresser.
Sometimes I find them in out of season purses, in coat pockets, or in a change
jar.

As I thumb through these pieces of paper I question myself as to why I hang onto
them? Is it because I am superstitious? Is it for the reason that if I threw
them away then I would throw away what each fortune may have represented to me,
to my future, to what may happen? If I throw them away will all those
typed words of happiness, love, friendships, etcetera be gone, eternally erased
from my life?
I go from a kneeling position to sitting and with my legs crossed and my lap littered in tiny pieces of paper I stare into all the typed words swirling together telling me that, yes ... they are important.

Do I also go to the wizard enclosed in glass at the fair and drop in coins hoping
that the turbaned wise foreseer of the future will spit out a card with more
typed words that will change the course of my life or give me a heads up on what
to avoid?

Well I most certainly do! Can’t hurt, right? Where have I put those cards, they must be
in a different drawer ... the drawer that contains baby pictures and "horror"scopes,
just maybe?

Today I smile and then close the bottom drawer, totally forgetting why I had come to the
dresser in the first place.

Maybe I am guided here occasionally…



Thank you to my dear Mother and to you my eccentric, most beautiful and caring Grandmother (who is gone now but I know is sitting right here beside me as I write this) for giving me a reason to fill up all the drawers in this old dresser.