My mother was never known for giving practical gifts, so when I received the Tiffany turtle light, I was not too surprised. Thinking it a future garage sale treasure for some lucky person, it was stashed away in the attic.
Several years later, when my mom was no longer with me, I unearthed the crystal cooter. It immediately brought back memories of my mother, warmed my heart and comforted me. It now sits lovingly on the piano and is instinctively lit on my melancholy days. My spirits are immediately brightened. Perhaps Mom knew more about practicality than I had thought.