The phone had rung early with Aunt Daisy reminding me that today was her ‘work’ day as she put it. She volunteered at the Op Shop across town and needed to be there on time she reminded me as today was the day a big shipment of clothes was coming in and she liked to be there to help with the sorting and tagging.
It was also the day she took in morning tea for the volunteers.
There was another aspect to Aunt Daisy’s life if she wasn’t telling stories, going somewhere or having a bet she was baking. Knowing her as I did I knew she’d have been up early baking scones for the morning tea.
Sure, enough when I arrived there they were wrapped in her striped t-towel in her cane basket, a container of strawberry jam and some fresh cream all ready to go.
Aunt Daisy had worked at the Op shop a long time and had seen a lot of interesting stuff come through. Like the day, she was sorting out clothes from a man who had recently passed away, and in the process of cleaning a pair of his work boots, she put her inside to find a series of envelopes which amounted to $10,000 in cash.
She and the shop manager counted it and agreed they knew the family who sent in the bags of clothing so they could return the money to them. But it was done through the police so as nothing could come back on them if any accusations were made.
Most days it was a mundane job, sorting, folding, discarding things like underwear and sock, tagging and steaming. The shop did a pretty good trade, and Aunt Daisy loved nothing more than engaging people in a chat as she rang up their purchases.
As she used to say; “You never know who might come in through the door.”