There's a Lot of Moving Going On....
I have to be out of my shop by Monday night. You'd never know it. There's still plenty to pack and get ready for the truck that will be arriving Sunday morning. I'm also working over at my mom's house all this week. Since my step dad passed away it's become obvious we must clear out my mom's things from the house and soon since the house will probably go on the market before long.
The attic is where I've been working all week. I think I've gone through something like 65 boxes--no exaggeration! I took all the boxes to be recycled today. Most have been full of letters, cards, clippings, all sorts of things that my grandmother and then my mom kept and put in a box. My grandmother was the worst but many of the boxes have been my mom's. Most of it has gone in bags to go to the dump. I've kept the interesting stuff to look at later but much of this is just everyday mundane stuff. To give you an idea, my mother attended Northwestern University for 2 trimesters....there were three large boxes commemorating this brief time. There were football game programs, campus newspapers, class schedules and old papers and notes. There were letters from old boyfriends from Korea, letters from home, clippings of gardens and recipes and well, just about anything and everything.
It's interesting, but also frustrating. I know my grandmother and mother kept all these things because they thought they were important. There are letters from way back when the family was outside of Pittsburgh in the early 1900's. Unfortunately they are full of daily minutae that after the first few are simply not that interesting. They kept journals, too. If you want to know what the weather was like, what appointments they had and what they made for dinner.....you've got it. Nothing personal. Nada. Nothing that says a thing about what they were like....except compulsive about recording the weather, their appointments and their daily food intake perhaps. I've been looking at them, then throwing them away, saying, "Sorry, folks, but we just can't keep all this stuff...." And I've kept a few examples for my kids to see.
It's funny, neither my mom nor my grandmother would probably have approved of my keeping a blog. It's too public and personal. My grandmother might have gotten into it but it's hard to know. Times were very different. Blogs don't pile up in boxes, just in cyberspace. There is nothing to keep and nothing to be thrown away. And the thread that runs through these boxes, just like through all these blogs, is that we're really all the same. Our lives may fascinate us, but in the long run, we're all playing out very similar, very predictable parts.
So if you're keeping a whole lot of stuff in boxes, saving every little thing your kids do or that you do....remember your children are going to have to throw it away someday...






























