We continue to sort and donate and pack up stuff from the house. We’ve made a lot of progress downstairs but I am overwhelmed by the family photographs. The worst of it, at least what I thought was the worst of it, is the pictures from Mom and Dad’s families. No one ever labeled them. I can identify a few of them but most of them I have no idea who they are. Were. So they are mostly stacks of photos of unknown people. But they are photos of unknown people I don’t want to just throw away. I thought it would be easier to go through family photos and keep a few, toss the rest.
Ah, but just look at those boxes. The big box is full of other boxes and there are two boxes behind it which you can kind of see. And the ones beside it. Plus the photo albums behind them both and the boxes of slides and movies we found in my office.
The one pile I could throw away easily was mostly flowers and clouds. They had meaning for Dad but not for me. Give me more flowers and clouds to go through. It looks like I’m going to skim through most of them and pack them up to make decisions about – and digitize – later. Neither of my brothers really want any of this. The older one will get a box of some stuff – his wife will enjoy them even if he doesn’t. The younger brother is uncomfortable with the idea of having anything from this house in his house. Even though he frustrates me, I will respect that. Problem is he thinks I should keep this stuff. He sees it as being one small box I can tuck away. Oh well, what I keep will all get digitized and end up being a few CDs or DVDs.
Anyone need any photos of unknown people! I think I am giving Dad’s Korea photos and whatnot to the military museum in Springfield. Still not sure about the rest.
And then there are some funny stories about packing. Mom and Dad, well mostly Mom, collected a bazillion Boyd’s Bears figurines and Lowell Davis and Precious Moments. Mom kept everything so I knew she kept the boxes for these things but mostly, we couldn’t find them. I think they will sell better in their original boxes so I really wanted to find them and spent some time complaining loudly about how Mom kept everything and yet apparently not these boxes.
And then I went out in the storeroom and one large box of boxes had fallen off the shelves and two other boxes were sort of teetering, showing their content. There was no reason why these boxes should have fallen. I remember seeing the boxes the first time we threw things out from the storeroom, they were on the top shelves and I said that they could wait to be gone through, whatever they were.
And I could just picture Mom saying, “Quit your bitchin! Here are the damn boxes.”
But we did not find boxes for all the figurines downstairs. Haven’t gone through all of the ones we took upstairs yet. I figured there might be more out in the storeroom so we went out last Friday and found a half dozen small boxes on the floor.
Now, I know Taylor picked up all the boxes on the floor. Seriously. And we found two more big boxes of boxes on the shelves. If there was no reason for the first set to fall, there was no way for the pile of Boyd’s boxes to somehow jump out of the other big boxes and end up on the floor. And how did we miss the two new boxes of boxes?
Mom again? Is the spirit of Mom lurking around just to help me pack? Crazy shit.