June 22, 2006
STUFF—are you kidding me? I have 50 years worth of my STUFF to get rid of, 90 years of my parents' STUFF, and 130 years worth of my grandparents' STUFF to toss.
In order to take down the chimney last week the Steven King attic had to be cleared, er, a bit. I guess Tom gave the marching orders to his crew, and needless to say I was in shock when I went in there. Of course I am embarrased that I didn't do it—I should have been clearing it out all along.
I began this arduous task months ago with tons of energy. I scurried to retrieve boxes, packing tape, labels. I stored STUFF at friends' houses, the cellar, and the attic. Well that has come to a near stand-still. I started to experience something I call "Memory Mania": grammar school notes that had been passed despite the guise of the nuns, high school awards, year books, more notes…who saves this STUFF and, more importantly, why? Believe me, I ask myself this on a constant basis.
The STUFF gets pulled from big boxes and perused, then the most important STUFF goes into smaller boxes and the rest into trash bags. But it has been fun recalling Beach Boys concerts, being reminded that I am not good in math when I look at old report cards, and thinking back to my first taste of Mateus wine (import from Portugal).
Ooh, trash night tonight—I promised myself I'd go through another box. The sight of First Year Latin, Catcher In The Rye, The House of Seven Gables beckons me. More STUFF to be sorted and sent somewhere. (I am sure that this is just the beginning of writing about STUFF!)
If you are one of those organized, neatniks, do not read—you'd never be able to relate—but in my next life I am coming back organized. Ah, maybe not: too few memories to recount, and that is part of the fun of this whole adventure. —Chris
Earlier: Bringing down the house
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Hello, Chris and Liz.
I just discovered your delightful blog. My grandmother grew up in your house and used to tell me what life was like back in the late 1910s and early 1920s in East Boston. I don't have many photos of her as a little girl so I guess this is my last chance to ask if there are any in the 130-year collection, i.e. before all the stuff gets thrown out. :)
Anyways, congratulations for being selected for this Old House. I'll be sure to watch in the fall.
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