We are in the process of cleaning for our some-day move, and
a lot of decisions have to be made. I am a sentimentalist: I like to keep every
card and letter I ever received in my life. There are things that mark a
certain point in my life that has some kind of meaning.
I have a huge collection on the Second World War: books of
the scientists and politicians that shaped the world in the late 1930’s and
half the 1940’s. The reason the world went to war, the circumstances that
affected the world’s population and the thinking behind the great strategies.
There is a very big collection on the history of baseball,
books, pictures and what not, all for my constant reading enjoyment and
memories of the days gone by. Baseball is my love: it has entertained me for
well over 60 years!
Then there is my collection on art history and the artists
and their works. This is so interesting as it reflects the thinking of the
times, the history of people and places, so much good stuff that I think I now
have to part with, and this does not account for my professional life, the
things I created and designed, the things that gave me life and breath, the
things that reflected who I am.
TLW (The Little Woman) has a solution to my dilemma: “Get
rid of it!”
How cold, how mean and how true! She is right she always was
and still is.
“You have to make a list of that you head: Do I need this?”
A list that says: when was the last time I used this? One that says why am I
keeping it?
“Oh, every time I do that, your name comes to the front of
the list!” Ignoring my spicy comeback she suggest that I suck it up and do it.
“What good will it be to you on your death bed when you are
85-years old?”
“I planned on living longer than that, do you know something
I don’t?”
“You know, the only things I saved were the children’s
baptismal clothes and your cards and letters!” She really makes it tough for me
to argue with her.
“But you save the kids baptismal clothes so you can get all
teary eyed when you look at them!” I retort.
Now I need to start sleeping with one eye opened when I’m
85!
I guess I have to start making hard choices. She thinks I should
sell my stuff on Craig’s list or E-Bay, I’d rather sell my soul than do that,
because in essence I would be. Life can be unfair.
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