jewelry, and old letters.
She had an undaunted sense of humor. The woman who didn’t smile for pictures or even in person much (she refused to ever “put on” an expression though people lived in the current of her joy), was known to laugh until she cried if the situation was funny enough. She found funerals so funny that my mother refused to sit near her as she stared out cross-eyed from under her dangling peacock feathers and reduced everyone in her row to helpless laughing.
What a prankster she was! I remember being a child in my bath and looking out the window over the tub where a witch was making spook sounds under the moon.