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JUST JUNK

JUST JUNK

“One man’s junk is another man’s treasure.”

So what do you do with all that junk? I ask myself that question often as H has inherited the save-everything gene from his parents. Now granted, some of that junk is pretty good stuff, but some of it needs to go and go now!

GOOD STUFF

  • Family photographs and birth, death, and marriage certificates from both sides of his family dating back to the late 1800’s
  • The original plans and mortgage papers from the family home we inherited. (Built in 1956)
  • Family silver (from silverware to ice buckets to serving trays)  – though I have no idea when we will ever use these items.
  • Crystal glassware – doesn’t quite match our Fiesta Ware, but it’s nice to have handy for a glass of wine.
  • The Family Bible and a few other various special books from the family. Are we supposed to keep that updated?
  • Nice family antique furniture pieces from grandmother’s house in Philadelphia – hence, the Philadelphia room. (And a lot of just old stuff I’d love to chalk paint, but H quivers when I mention that)

JUNK BAD STUFF

  • Too many tools in that junk room workroom. (Dad’s room) How many screwdrivers, hammers, drill bits, extra screws, and tools you don’t even know what they are used for does one family need?
  • Paperwork for TV’s, and all things electrical that have log since been gone. Though I don’t know how they actually managed to discard anything. We only have the proof it once was because of the paperwork and H’s memory. Do we really need the warranty on a toaster I’ve never met?
  • A re-loader for shotgun shells – and all the paraphilia used with it. Also, boxes and boxes of old shells that were reloaded many years ago. No we aren’t trying to squander ammunition for a far-fetched raid or shoot-out. H, Dad, and his brothers were big hunters back in the day. We have a stuffed crow to prove it.  As Andrew said, “Get rid of those old shells, Dad. They aren’t even any good anymore. That’s why I kept missing those doves. You will have to buy some good ones if you want me to go hunting with you.”
  • Old ceiling fan’s in new boxes, and old carburetors in the replacement’s boxes for cars long gone. For that matter, anything old in a new box.
The list goes on and on and would be a long read for a rainy afternoon if you’re interested. Maybe H says the same negative things about my stuff. I don’t know. I’ve never heard him say. I do keep mine contained to one room mostly and have started doling out family heirlooms from my side of the family to my kids. That’s mainly because there isn’t much room around here for my stuff. He has promised to clean the crap stuff out of that workroom when he retires in two months. I’m not holding my breath though.
~Elle

 

The Apple Doesn’t Fall Far From The Tree

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The Apple Doesn’t Fall Far From The Tree

I can see it in the way he cleans the yard, or the carport, or workroom. Not throwing out useless items because they were Mom or Dad’s. Not letting go because it was something important to them. I shake my head and muse because what else can I do? The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree!

While replacing the antiquated four blade, no light ceiling fans with five blade fans and light kits, the old fans, of course, are packed into the boxes the new fans came in – nice and neat with a little room to spare. They are then placed in the workroom balanced precariously on top of three ice chests and a mound of boxes filled with items his mother had gathered years ago for a yard sale that never happened.

Somewhere amongst the five trillion screws – and I am not exaggerating –  three dozen screwdrivers, and multitudes of other miscellaneous tools ( I should never have to visit the tool or screw department in Lowes again) there are at least four boxed up old carburetors that came off cars that are long gone. Is there a reason I am missing why his dad kept these things?

When H replaced the faucet in the bathroom a few months ago, he carefully packed the old one up yet again in the new box and left it sitting in the hallway. Two days later I asked him if I should put it in the workroom with the other boxed items so when we were gone…deceased…passed away…Andrew would think he had found treasure – a brand new faucet and two new ceiling fans along with other miscellaneous parts of a house that had years before been remodeled. To his dismay when he opens these boxes he finds junk! Junk he will throw out. Junk he will also shake his head at and wonder.

I should probably prepare Andrew for this so he won’t be as shocked as I was when I found what I thought could be treasures. Or…I could leave it alone and let him think we weren’t quite right in the head!

We won’t talk about my junk drawer! Everyone has one of those…right?

Elle

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