The Wallet

I have no memory of the kind of wallet I carried before I got this one.   I’ve had it so long that I don’t even remember exactly when I got it.  High school?  College?  Probably college, but I’m not sure.  My mom gave it to me for Christmas, I think, or my birthday.  I remember she told me she agonized over what I would like, and settled on a practical, brown leather wallet similar to the one she had carried for years.

My wallet at the end of its life.

Her wallet was so full that it wouldn’t snap closed.  Besides her driver’s license and credit cards, it housed a little cash, photos, grocery lists (many were months old), receipts from Melton Food Mart, Target, and The Dollar Tree, holy cards, an “I am a Catholic. Please call a priest” card, odd scraps of paper with phone numbers or address on them, and an occasional quarter or dime that had found its way in between the papers when she dropped her change down into her purse.  Her checkbook and register were in there as well, although most of the time, her register was full, and she would write the check number and amount along the edge or back of it.  I don’t think I ever saw her balance it.

I asked her once how she ever found anything in that wallet and suggested she needed a new one.  She said liked her wallet and knew where things were.  She still had it, still stuffed with stuff, when she died.  I went through each piece of paper and holy card and receipt later, and kept a few things.  They were like little snapshots of her life.   The paper with the phone number from St. Elizabeth’s is where my sister had her daughter in 2004, but I kept it because Mom had blotted her lipstick on that piece of paper.  The Holy Family holy card was from a friend at church, and the Blessed Mother card was from one of my mom’s best friends. The picture of Kyle was taken his first Christmas when we lived in Hawaii.  The other inspirational cards and quotes just reminded me of how she lived her life:  for her family, with faith.

The items from my mom's wallet.  I keep them in my jewelry box.

                                          

Even though I didn’t really like this wallet when I got it, I kept it.  It looked like a “mom wallet,” and I was 19 or 20, but I didn’t want to hurt my mom’s feelings by taking it back. Then I moved to Texas, and it became a kind of connection to her.  It followed me to Arizona then Hawaii then back to Kentucky.  It got worn around the edges and the inside started wearing out, and I really needed a new one.  Then Mom died, and I just couldn’t let it go.

Over the years, my wallet filled to the point where I could no longer snap it closed.  Receipts from Kroger and Qdoba; rewards cards from Kinney Dance Store and The Popcorn Station; library cards and photos and holy cards made closing it all but impossible.  My only hope was that everything didn’t fall out inside my purse.  Once in awhile, I’d cull through things and get it to where it almost snapped, but that would never last long.  Soon, it would be popping open again.  One of my girls suggested I needed a new one.

This past spring break, we were staying with 8 teenagers in a rental house in Florida, and I wasn’t positive they’d remember to lock the door when they left.  I’m pretty safety-conscious, and so I always hide my wallet whenever I’m on vacation and not taking it with me.  This time, I put it in a pair of pants in my dirty clothes basket.  It stayed there all week with no problems.  Then on the last day, I did laundry.  I forgot my wallet was inside the pants, and when I opened up the washing machine, a big ball of wet paper gunk greeted me.  Credit cards and my driver’s license were stuck to the drum.  My wallet was destroyed.  So were my photos and my holy cards and the snapshots of my life over the past 25 years. 

After the wash.

I tried to dry my wallet out, but it was beyond help.  The only piece of paper that wasn’t shredded was a Christmas list from when the kids were little.  I’m thinking 2009 because it says Dad owed, “$10 poinsettia,” and Kyle was selling poinsettias when he was in 8^th grade.  It took me back to see what my kids were getting for Christmas that year.  It’s been a long time since I’ve bought them toys, and it made me nostalgic to remember that.

   

Christmas shopping list, 2009

I finally tossed my poor, sad wallet into the trash.  I took a picture of the Christmas list and then threw it away too.  I called my friend to see if she had another holy card she could send me to put in my new wallet whenever I get one.  My credit cards, reward cards, and IDs are in a Ziploc bag in my purse until I can figure out whether I want a practical, brown leather “mom wallet” or something more fun.

Not that there’s really any doubt what I’ll end up with!