Things that were my parents' such as picture albums and keepsakes... I know that it won't make sense to anyone but me, so COULD downsize... but.....
cookbooks from grandmas and favorite children's books
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| Ron Scofield's prints, poems that hung on my wall growing up, my mother in law's painting, my dad's ceramics....
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| a decorative thing I made for my mom many years ago, out of beans!!! It hung in her kitchen for 20+ years |
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| made by my dad |
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| painted by my aunt |
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| made by my grandson |
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| made by different grandsons |
You get the idea. Why are some people so neat and tidy and unsentimental? My mom was. It was gone in a flash if she thought it was unused. Then there's me. It's like having my loved ones around me. I miss them all.
As if MY stuff isn't enough, now I've added some of Judy's. I kept some, because I couldn't just toss them. I donated a lot though, before I could think too much about it.
Take pictures, you say. Well there they are. Now to print them out and put them in an album? Or just think, I'm bound to have dementia, so who cares??
I always feel like things need documenting. For who???
I try to let things, go, and sometimes I'm successful. Often, I'm not.





























