My husband and I are planning to move from our home of 14 years to be closer to the grandkids. I’m looking forward to our new life but I’m dreading the shedding. Our last two moves were compliments of my husband’s employer so we didn’t have an incentive to discard our “treasures.” I still have my record collection of 331/3, 45 and 78’s (some of you younger readers haven’t a clue what I am writing about). Now that I know I can find any song by any artist on Spotify, giving them up won’t be difficult, especially since I don’t even own a record player.
After my mother died a decade ago, I had one suitcase and a cardboard box with all her belongings that I collected from the nursing home. In our attic I still had her pots and pans, silverware, dishes, cookbooks from the 1920s, an afghan she crocheted, a framed picture of the Black Madonna,
and a prayer book written in Polish.
My son is coming to visit over the weekend. He doesn’t know it yet, but he will leave with a box packed with a blue case holding his Hot Wheels collection; Morgan, a tattered white long-eared dog; a story he wrote in the 5th grade about his hamster, Squeaky, and pictures he drew of the family when he was three. What he does with these treasures I don’t want to know.
I had given my daughter a similar box last year. I haven’t heard any comment from her but I can imagine with a husband, a job and three boys to take to soccer, baseball and football practice and swimming lessons, she put the box in storage with thoughts to look through it when she had a moment to herself. However, after she placed the valuable objects I had brought by the stairs to her basement, she reached in and grabbed the stuffed animal I safeguarded over 40 years and said “This isn’t Pookey!”
In anticipation of cleaning out the attic, I have fortified myself to donate, recycle, re-gift and responsibly discard some of the stuff we have taken with us in the past two moves.
Except maybe for the old nurses’ cape with the red lining that my son put on when he was a superhero one Halloween.
I thought you were going to say that your son would be leaving with all your mother’s pots and pans! Great objects and shots, Marianna
Good luck on your move! I moved recently, and I totally forgot how much effort it takes to start over in a new place—even one that’s close to home! I got a job in a new hospital, so I needed a closer apartment, and even in a different part of the city, I am totally out of sorts—I had to find places to get food, do the laundry, etc.
Very cool you found all those items, by the way! I was kind of amazed at some of the treasures I unearthed.
Oh such memories! Take a photo of what you have to discard and keep the collection in a separate file or book; then you’ll have those memories handy for a quiet rainy afternoon when you’re be all setteld where ever you settle:)