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Jul. 14, 2008
Long day yesterday...
I mentioned before that Great Uncle H passed away on my birthday. We went down to Oregon yesterday help his daughter, C, get the house in order. Ha. Uncle H was a packrat. Yanno those houses where there's junk piled up so much that there's walkways between stacks of junk and... that's all that the house is? We helped her sort through it. We couldn't just throw away the stuff that looked like trash, because you never knew what was in it. C found the family diamonds in a canning jar wrapped up in (used) Kleenexes. So... Did I mention Uncle Hank saved everything? *sigh* It was horrible, guys. I'm not going to tell you what we found within minutes of being there. Unfun.
When I got there, I didn't really know what to expect. I mean, I'd been told about it and saw some pictures, but I didn't really know what we were up against. But it was funny when we walked up to the door, and C (a gal I've seen once before in my life) opens the door and exclaims, "JEN! YOU CAME!" I don't know how people remember me so well. Anyway, so we go in, and I see STUFF! C's husband R, remembered me, too. Although about half an hour after we got there, he said, "Jen is your name, right?" And I replied, "One of them..." R's cool. He's a professional jouster, and really nice.
So we sorted and threw away and donated and packed... I was given everything that was written in German. They also gave me the bread machine. R asked me if I wanted any more knives, and I said sure, so he handed me a pack of five new knives. Then he handed me some Barbie valentines. He's a joker.
Then at 8ish, we drove home. Got back at midnight. Looooong day...
So the moral of this story is:
*Don't collect everything you ever owned. Especially millions of old pictures.
*Don't leave your important papers scattered in piles of trash.
*Let someone know what your important papers *are*! (Like, what bank you belong to, life insurance...) We were looking for a burgundy folder. And... that's all we knew. Never found it (Surprise!... Not!)
Mom went down once already (and it was even worse then), and when she got back, we cleaned our house. Cleaned it like maniacs.
We did find pictures of the lady I was named after. I'd only seen one picture of her before, and it was so nice to see her in a 'real life' photo. I always imagined Grandmother Cora to be taller... Teehee! Small people are way cool, too! :-D
Now I'm going to go find some... coffee or something... |
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I can agree not to save everything you own, but the old photos and documents are quite important to me. :) Family heritage that is.
Love
Miss Jocelyn