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STUFF: WHAT WE KEEP

7/28/2017

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An antique glassfront plantation desk (or secretary), which we got at a yard sale long ago during the Parke County Covered Bridge Festival, holds books and keepsakes that have special meaning to us. To others, not so much.
PictureGrandma Jobe's china. It was her mother's and it's not going anywhere ... until it has to.
During an audience-participation program I present called, “What’s on your bucket list?” the responses are often predictable: Go to Hawaii or visit Europe. Or thoughtful: Live to see grandchildren (or great-grands) raised, married, and happy.

But of the hundreds of answers I’ve heard, one stands out. The woman said she wants to leave this world having no more than one bag of possessions to her name. One bag.

That's not enough space for family china, chests, antique children’s rocking chairs, a wooden wheelbarrow, boxes of newspaper clippings. One bag wouldn’t begin to hold a personal library of books, a closet full of Christmas decorations, a century-and-a-half worth of family photos, cards, and letters. It wouldn't even hold my restaurant-sized mayonnaise jar of mink pellets.

Some of us need more than one bag. We need a wing at the Smithsonian.

One thing is for sure; we can’t take it with us. Some of us think our kids should take it with them. But times change. Kids today have accumulated a boat load of their own stuff, or they prefer a lighter decorating style than mine which has been described as Stonehenge Revival.

To put it mildly, Brian and I have a full house. Whereas once my idea of a good time was visiting an antiques store and coming home with a treasure, now I would only enter one to see what things are going for and how that translates into my stuff.

Friends are probably surprised to accompany me to a crafts fair and see me walk right past clever jewelry or kitchen knickknacks that I formerly would have carried home. I don’t need them, or lotions, or potions, or more – of anything.

There’s no room at the inn.

While that's obvious to guests in our home, our attic would shock them. There are boxes and bins, stacks and piles. Brian and I have said we are attacking the space with ruthless brutality. We’ve even marched up that ladder like Sherman headed for Georgia. But once there, we pardoned the whole works the way the General did Savannah.

Call it a sentimental journey at the top of those stairs. We become distracted by the boys’ childhood toys and trophies; bins of prom dresses; every college paper that crossed my hands; second-string collectibles, and antiques handed down in our families. All that is not even touching miscellaneous categories up there.

We end up folding up the ladder and fleeing the scene. We can always use the excuse that it’s too hot or too cold to work. That's usually true, but the real reason is we’re not ready to deal with it.

It’s interesting how the aging process works. It seems we spend the first half of our lives accumulating, and the second half figuring out how to part with what we accumulated.

I know people who get genuinely stressed out over this. I know people who fret that their kids won’t want their stuff. It’s all interesting to talk about at this age and stage of life, but it doesn’t stress me. Here are my thoughts.

1. Yes, I’m a sentimental person combined with one who prefers antiques over new stuff as my farmhouse style of decorating. That’s a recipe for a lot of stuff. So what?

2. While I’m not actively accumulating more stuff (aside from replacing worn-out furnishings that we do have), I make strides into editing what we keep. If there are century-old photos of people who haven’t been identified by now, no one is left to do so in the future, so I throw away the photos. Same with fuzzy pictures of any kind as well as six routine shots of the same thing. Edit, edit, edit.

3. I will continue to keep cards and letters that mean something and contain personal notes and sentiments. But stacks of Christmas cards with only signatures? Birthday cards of the same? Toss them. I’ll never get around to cutting out the pretty pictures for gift tags, anyway.

4. The attic is a problem. But it hurts nothing in our daily lives. When the time comes – likely the next time we move, which will be to a smaller home – I’ll throw away the college papers, Brian will toss a lifetime of school lesson plans, I’ll decide no little girl will ever want to play dress up in my old prom dresses, and to the curb it will all go.

5. People say they won’t leave their kids with a mess to go through. Maybe we all shouldn’t leave ourselves with a mess, either. So edit, toss out, pare down – but hear this: Keep what you enjoy and what you love,  or even what for some quirky, emotional reason you can’t part with -- even if it seems like a lot to others. It’s not their rodeo.  You are living your life now. You don’t have to pack a bag and wait to die to make your life easier for someone else.

These are the artifacts of our lives, the illustrations of our stories.

6. It’s true that your kids won’t want it all. They might not want any of it. That's their choice. But let them decide what they do want, even if it’s nothing. If it bugs you that they will have to handle it all, think out of the storage box and sweeten the pot.

Create a special savings account designated for distribution of stuff. Put enough in there to pay for the whole works to be hauled away, for a couple of meals for the gang to eat while they are reviewing the chaos, and a letter to go with your will about how you’re sorry they have to deal with it all but you enjoyed your belongings and hope they understand.

Tell the kids to feel no obligation to keep grandma’s 24-piece lead crystal set or your collection of salt and pepper shakers from every state.

Tell them to keep, consign, throw out or haul away. Tell them that frankly, you don't care anymore because you are dead and you now have new concerns that have nothing to do with stuff.  The special cash account should sweeten their outlook. They might even get a chuckle out of your creativity. (You're welcome.)

All that said – realize that every family is different in ways obvious and those not so much so.

Recently our daughter-in-law got her master’s degree in special education. It seemed the perfect occasion to present her with an antique desktop school bell handed down in the family. I also offered her all, her choice (or none) of the antique Indiana school books that came down in my family. She took a few, one that clear as that bell tone, contained my grandfather’s name and the year 1903. It makes me happy that she has it.

But once you give something away, it’s no longer yours. You have to let it go. I don’t have a problem with that. Our joy came in seeing her accept these family tokens. That joy is far greater than having a book and a bell linger on our shelf.

So what would I put in my one bag of final possessions? I’ll go with the classic response: Family photos. Then I’d smoosh down the photos and add choice cards and letters received over a lifetime, and, well, all that would fill the bag beyond the brim. I'm good at smooshing.

Even so, I can’t take it with me beyond this side of the grave. Not any of it. None of us can.

And that could only mean one thing: We won’t need any of it on the other side.

Your thoughts?

Hoosier journalist and author Donna Cronk enjoys giving a variety of programs to groups of all sizes and venues. Contact her for information at [email protected]. Her books, which are the sentimental, small-town sort, are available from her or on Amazon. They are: Sweetland of Liberty Bed & Breakfast, and That Sweet Place: At Home in the Heartland. Her next stop is 9-4, Saturday, Aug. 5 in downtown Pendleton, Indiana, at the first-ever Pendleton Arts & Music Fair. Stop by her table for a chat. 

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Cards and letters are keepers ... for now.
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OH, Christmas tree! Thy boughs are full!
6 Comments
Alan L Crabtree
7/29/2017 02:11:09 am

I've always been one to keep things. I'm very sentimental. When our boys got a little older, mid-teens, I thought it would be nice to take some of my personal items that I'd collected over the years, and split them up between the two of them. I was hoping to get some kind of reaction, like, "COOL DAD!" All I got was silence. Awkward silence. They looked like I had lost my mind. I now know that when my time comes to depart, all my 'valuables' will be sitting at the curb, or at a nice Goodwill somewhere. My reaction is somewhat like yours. At that point, I'll be far away here. Let them deal with it. 😄 Nice article.

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Donna Cronk
7/29/2017 07:11:37 am

Alan, in the end it's all just stuff. Thanks for the comment.

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Trista Hill
7/29/2017 08:06:23 am

Great article! I have seen a lot of angst created over "stuff" whether in the hoarding or the purging. Our relationships are always more important. I sure appreciate your perspective!

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Donna Cronk
7/30/2017 02:51:25 pm

Yes, relationships are what matter most for sure.

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Debbie M. link
8/17/2017 08:29:34 am

One of my goals is to type up "notes" of why the stuff I kept was important to me. As my boys look at old quilts, they won't know who made it unless I tell them. With the "why" behind the item, they might decide to keep something that they normally wouldn't or better yet, pass it on to someone who would be thrilled to get it. Lots of good stuff to mull over from your post. As a P.S., What do you do with mink pellets and are they what I think they are?

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Donna Cronk
8/28/2017 04:28:44 am

That's a great idea, Debbie. One of these days I hope to be that organized. A project for retirement. The pellets are mink fur with heads and eyes and even feet. Totally dated by today's standards, but women used to wear these as winter-coat adornments.

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