What is even stranger about the Levis is that she NEVER wore jeans in my entire ife with her. Tailored slacks, pedal pushers, Capris, but denim jeans were considered too down market for her.
The other thing is that Mom was almost paranoid about identity theft in her later years and shredded everything with her name on it (except the boxes and boxes of bank records we found in her garage dating back to 1949.) The lady who bought the jeans found out an amazing amount of material about her from just her embroidered maiden name in the pocket before she ever contacted me.
Mom would have been upset to learn houw easy it was to trace her (helps that she lived in the same town all her life). Then she would have congratulated this stranger and took her under her wing. Mom had been an English and Journalism teacher and was a member of a writing club after retirement that was called “Sisters in Crime” — ladies who were trying their hand at mystery novels.
I love your stories about your mom. Thank you. She sounds like she was a wonderful lady.