WHY DID WE SAVE ALL THIS STUFF, ANYWAY?

Somehow we were served up an extra day.  Well, that is not exactly true, but we do seem to have time that we didn't expect.  Facing the possibility that we should be called and told that we can make a move to a retirement community, we decided we cannot make a move to another place without going through our "stuff" with a fine-toothed comb.  Remember,now, we had already done this once when we left Phoenix, but we still have way too much "stuff!"


Old slides, now on CD disks, take up a lot of room.  Hey? Does anyone want them?  We'll see. My daughter does want her baby dress, made by my mother, to put in a frame. Rah! Rah! And I have scads of notes from one lecture and another which I saved as those lectures were so good, and I had time NOW to study them fully. (That never happened.)


Two gowns left over from two proms, both originally very nice, and one made by my mother. Maybe the grand-girls would want them. Books? Maybe we can sell them.  And scores of poetry magazines, many sporting my own work. Also, a sketch of a bunny which was to illustrate a story for children.  That book never made it, either. Plus, the outlines of other stories that were to go in the same book.  That book was to be titled, STORIES MY GRANDPA TOLD. That doggone publishing company kept that stuff for over a year, but never published it.


There was one serving plate from each of my grandmothers, and one  of my mothers, but I don't think too many young women hang those on their walls any more. These items are just from a few of the boxes we brought up from the garage.  Many more are still out there labeled, NOSTALGIA. Oh. my!


Is your life like this?  Everything that happens has to be recorded or saved for future generations?  Well,  my new philosophy----don't save anything.  No one will want that old junk.  They are busy saving their own junk!!  And what we learned from our lectures were for us.  They will be busy saving what they thought was so darned important.


I hope to be back writing about something else tomorrow.  Hope God gives me an idea or two!  And sure hope my "You've got to go through those boxes!" tape is over and I  can put this job to bed!


Yours while you go clean your attic..... with love and tenderness,
Jo INMN