Dear Diary: January 22
Jan. 22nd, 2012 11:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lblanchardI can see lots of rooftops from my office window, and they're all covered with snow. The skies have that leaden going-to-snow-any-minute look, but it's bogus. We're supposed to get temps in the 50s tomorrow. Still, it gives me a cozy feeling to have it looking like winter today.
The deaccessioning of miscellaneous stuff continues apace. I've been through several junk drawers in the living room and should be finished with that room today. During the course of the next week I'll work on the dining room. I'm not yet ready to get rid of family heirlooms, but I'm edging closer!
Do I really need to save a Big Chief tablet with three or four sheets of paper left, just because an old friend used "on a Big Chief" as a metaphor for a scrawled communication? No, I think a scan will do. I'm amassing a mental list of things I plan to photograph and give away, too.
The deaccessioning of miscellaneous stuff continues apace. I've been through several junk drawers in the living room and should be finished with that room today. During the course of the next week I'll work on the dining room. I'm not yet ready to get rid of family heirlooms, but I'm edging closer!
Do I really need to save a Big Chief tablet with three or four sheets of paper left, just because an old friend used "on a Big Chief" as a metaphor for a scrawled communication? No, I think a scan will do. I'm amassing a mental list of things I plan to photograph and give away, too.
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Date: 2012-01-22 09:20 pm (UTC)Of course Woolworth existed back then, too.
I only have one family heirloom: my mom's engagement ring. In that respect I have nothing to downsize.
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Date: 2012-01-22 09:29 pm (UTC)I came from a family of pack rats / hoarders. I'm the last surviving child of an only child of two only children. My great-great grandparents' generation was prolific, but said only child (my father) was it, so all the stuff funneled down to him, and then to me. Now I'm awash in fine china, silver, linens, and family artwork -- all freighted with great emotional significance. Not to mention a 7-foot grand piano. Neither my son nor the niblings want most of this stuff. I'm beginning to feel the weight of my possessions for the first time in my life.
When I was a kid I used to love going through my grandmother's attic and trying on my great-grandmother's wedding dress, etc. I've been saving a lot of stuff with the expectation that my grandchildren would be the same. But they aren't. They don't feel terribly connected to the family past.