Grandma Closet Memory

Those dead minks with the holes where the eyes went They were both eaten in closets in the sixties right? Do you remember those moth balls and the hat boxes? I am going through an old memory of grandma’s closet. It was crazy dark back in there; it felt like mice were lurking. I remember the old person smells of stinky perfume. And grandpa’s cologne. We played under the racks. It was a time of discovery; I was a pirate in there. I miss this sometimes. My closet is not half as lovely. I especially miss putting my fingers in and out of the eye holes Of those stiff smelly dead minks with the fur that was molting. Why she kept these I do not know. Possibly were her mother’s?