I remember as a kid playing with my mother's things, in her dresser.  One drawer had
an insert with face powder and a big puffy to put it on your face. I swear I probably spent
hours of my young life playing with that puffy.

We moved alot due to poverty and a bankruptcy. My father was a notorious gambler, and
many times we went hungry or without heat in the cold Michigan winters.

The story of the dresser is one my mother made a point of sharing. How it was the
best piece of furniture in the house, and how it represented her marriage to my father.
Solid and made for the duration.