Someone sent me an inventory of a mutual ancestor in the late 1700s, Isle of Man. It listed every broken pot and almost made me weep at the poverty and the earnest listing of every single item they had possessed in the world, hardly any of which was worth a penny.
The ones I like and which make me laugh are "my second best dress" "two pillowcases" and so on. This supposes that the executor KNOWS which her second best dress is and which two pillowcases she means.
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