My grandmother wasn't a tidy housekeeper. As
a child, I loved going to her house. Living literally one foot off of Route 20
on a farm in Massachusetts — if the dust didn't blow in from the trucks whizzing
by, the dirt was tracked in from tired farmers. To top it off, she was a total
pack rat. I remember the sights, sounds, and sentiments of her home like it were
yesterday. When we'd go to visit her, we had our favorite cups and bowls. My
favorite was a mug, with a ceramic cat sitting inside the bottom of the cup:
Good motivation to get a kid to polish off their milk — it was the only way to
see the cat!
Inside the closet, on the molding was our growth chart. It had her grandchildren; it also had my father and my uncle. She'd compare our heights to their heights at the same age. She saved jars, and newspaper; cardboard trays; and buttons; safety pins, hangers, tacks, and rubber bands — if it had a use, she kept it. She even saved envelopes that the mail came in – she'd write her notes on the back of those saved envelopes. Upstairs an entire room was dedicated to junk — from floor to ceiling!
I was in college when she died. I remember coming home to a cleaned out house, with only the pieces of furniture left. Each of us would cycle through and pick our pieces, to be saved until we moved out on our own. Those were transition years for us. It would be years later I would ask: what happened to the cat mug, and those bowls and dishes?
My mother confessed: She hauled through the place, throwing much of the stuff out, and donating the rest. A few years later,Cheap beadsfactory pittsburgh steelers jerseys youth size aaron rodgers jersey on sale. my grandmother's house would be gutted, and my sister and brother-in-law would move in to a completely renovated house. Years later I asked: Couldn't you have saved the growth chart piece of molding? We could have added another generation!
Stuff – it has different values at different times in our lives. Who'd of thought that I'd miss that cup with the cat sitting in the bottom? Or think; how fun it would be to see three generations marked up on an old piece of molding. It may be fun to look at, but — every day? Where would I put it? Perhaps, display it on a wall for everyone to see? I don't think so.
I know. I'll bury it in the eaves! - The scaled down version of my grandmother's junk room. Every few years, when the place begins to bust at the seams, I go in and take a trip down memory lane; bit-by-bit, weeding out the stuff that I'm ready to part with. A few years ago, one of my kids asked: What happened to Sponge Bob? (The big costume that my husband made was taking up too much space!) I had to confess: Sponge Bob went to Goodwill.
A few weeks ago, I tackled my walk-in closet. It was easy for me to part with old clothes, shoes, ties, scarves, and purses. But then I came upon my boxed and preserved wedding gown. With no daughters, what would anyone want with my wedding gown? It's a big box, and it takes up a lot of space (kind of like Sponge Bob). But this requires special handling: a cool and dry place. Do we have such a tucked away place in our home? I settled for a high shelf in the basement. Parting with my wedding gown just didn't feel right. I remembered how I had secretly scoured my parent's home looking for my mother's wedding gown when we were putting together their 50th wedding anniversary celebration.Find replica watches and fake watches and stainlesssteelwatches. I had no luck, and settled for a photo instead – but, had thought that it would have been real fun to have found it and surprised them with the find.
I guess you can categorize stuff. There's stuff; and there's sacred stuff. Recognizing the quality of the stuff requires sifting through the dust and junk. What's important; what's not? Stuff tells stories, teaches lessons, and brings back memories. It tells the story of our life. Some leave all their stuff out for everyone to see; while others tuck it a way in secret places. Most of mine is buried in the eaves; when they start to over-flow, I know, it's time to take another trip down memory lane and sift through what matters. This fun and messy trip, is what I call nostalgia therapy.
Recently I visited a senior family member, who has so much stuff, it's scary! My thoughts were: when he goes, I pity the poor person who has to come in and deal with all his stuff. Fearful that I may eventually be involved in the process, I noted how important the stuff was to him, and inquired who he thought would equally enjoy it.Known for its shine and Lustre tungstenring has been the favorite of those.
Sure enough, I returned home with more stuff! I like the stuff he gave me. A few of his favorite books, photos of our family with him and his wife from several years back, and a school notebook with honors certificates of his late wife's early childhood years. She is my son's Godmother.The complete line of bankcycling can be found at Essential-Watches. When the time is right, I will give it him; it may show up at one of his milestone celebrations — graduation, marriage; a little reminder that she is there in spirit, and we're remembering her. Passed onto him, it will free up some more space in the eaves for me.
Believe me, I'm no organizing expert! But, I think winter is a good time to take a trip down memory lane and organize your stuff. Sift through the dust and junk, and get to the sacred stuff. Put it in one place,Superb range of Team replicashoes Waterproof Jackets products at Wiggle, and think who may enjoy it. You may be surprised, what, in your life, means something to other people. I wish I had asked my grandmother for the cat mug. But I didn't. Preserving the growth chart — fun; finding my mother's wedding gown, nice. Keeping stuff alive in memory or in photo is good too. And that means that you have more room in your house, for — you guessed it: More Stuff!
Inside the closet, on the molding was our growth chart. It had her grandchildren; it also had my father and my uncle. She'd compare our heights to their heights at the same age. She saved jars, and newspaper; cardboard trays; and buttons; safety pins, hangers, tacks, and rubber bands — if it had a use, she kept it. She even saved envelopes that the mail came in – she'd write her notes on the back of those saved envelopes. Upstairs an entire room was dedicated to junk — from floor to ceiling!
I was in college when she died. I remember coming home to a cleaned out house, with only the pieces of furniture left. Each of us would cycle through and pick our pieces, to be saved until we moved out on our own. Those were transition years for us. It would be years later I would ask: what happened to the cat mug, and those bowls and dishes?
My mother confessed: She hauled through the place, throwing much of the stuff out, and donating the rest. A few years later,Cheap beadsfactory pittsburgh steelers jerseys youth size aaron rodgers jersey on sale. my grandmother's house would be gutted, and my sister and brother-in-law would move in to a completely renovated house. Years later I asked: Couldn't you have saved the growth chart piece of molding? We could have added another generation!
Stuff – it has different values at different times in our lives. Who'd of thought that I'd miss that cup with the cat sitting in the bottom? Or think; how fun it would be to see three generations marked up on an old piece of molding. It may be fun to look at, but — every day? Where would I put it? Perhaps, display it on a wall for everyone to see? I don't think so.
I know. I'll bury it in the eaves! - The scaled down version of my grandmother's junk room. Every few years, when the place begins to bust at the seams, I go in and take a trip down memory lane; bit-by-bit, weeding out the stuff that I'm ready to part with. A few years ago, one of my kids asked: What happened to Sponge Bob? (The big costume that my husband made was taking up too much space!) I had to confess: Sponge Bob went to Goodwill.
A few weeks ago, I tackled my walk-in closet. It was easy for me to part with old clothes, shoes, ties, scarves, and purses. But then I came upon my boxed and preserved wedding gown. With no daughters, what would anyone want with my wedding gown? It's a big box, and it takes up a lot of space (kind of like Sponge Bob). But this requires special handling: a cool and dry place. Do we have such a tucked away place in our home? I settled for a high shelf in the basement. Parting with my wedding gown just didn't feel right. I remembered how I had secretly scoured my parent's home looking for my mother's wedding gown when we were putting together their 50th wedding anniversary celebration.Find replica watches and fake watches and stainlesssteelwatches. I had no luck, and settled for a photo instead – but, had thought that it would have been real fun to have found it and surprised them with the find.
I guess you can categorize stuff. There's stuff; and there's sacred stuff. Recognizing the quality of the stuff requires sifting through the dust and junk. What's important; what's not? Stuff tells stories, teaches lessons, and brings back memories. It tells the story of our life. Some leave all their stuff out for everyone to see; while others tuck it a way in secret places. Most of mine is buried in the eaves; when they start to over-flow, I know, it's time to take another trip down memory lane and sift through what matters. This fun and messy trip, is what I call nostalgia therapy.
Recently I visited a senior family member, who has so much stuff, it's scary! My thoughts were: when he goes, I pity the poor person who has to come in and deal with all his stuff. Fearful that I may eventually be involved in the process, I noted how important the stuff was to him, and inquired who he thought would equally enjoy it.Known for its shine and Lustre tungstenring has been the favorite of those.
Sure enough, I returned home with more stuff! I like the stuff he gave me. A few of his favorite books, photos of our family with him and his wife from several years back, and a school notebook with honors certificates of his late wife's early childhood years. She is my son's Godmother.The complete line of bankcycling can be found at Essential-Watches. When the time is right, I will give it him; it may show up at one of his milestone celebrations — graduation, marriage; a little reminder that she is there in spirit, and we're remembering her. Passed onto him, it will free up some more space in the eaves for me.
Believe me, I'm no organizing expert! But, I think winter is a good time to take a trip down memory lane and organize your stuff. Sift through the dust and junk, and get to the sacred stuff. Put it in one place,Superb range of Team replicashoes Waterproof Jackets products at Wiggle, and think who may enjoy it. You may be surprised, what, in your life, means something to other people. I wish I had asked my grandmother for the cat mug. But I didn't. Preserving the growth chart — fun; finding my mother's wedding gown, nice. Keeping stuff alive in memory or in photo is good too. And that means that you have more room in your house, for — you guessed it: More Stuff!
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