Saturday,  loving grandchildren and great-grandchildren of my parents met DH and I at their old house to clean out the trash, old furniture, books, VHS tapes, and bucket loads of  their memories. This day was so hard for me but very necessary to their well being.  They lived in this house for forty-nine years and never threw anything away.  It was all there. Dad could barely drive the car into the garage because of years and years of piled up junk. The condition of the house was about the same. But, with the help of our marvelous young family members we sailed through the last day of emptying out the house.

     My sister found a guy, from the Hoosier Topics newspaper, that came and removed anything that contained metal from the garage, mini barn, and house. He makes a living by selling metal objects to a  Bloomington recycling plant and turns it into cash for himself. He also will take just about anything you don't want off your hands, as he did on Saturday. He, with the help of loving cousins, carried out the old furniture that was so bad Good Will didn't want it. We had never seen so much stuff stacked into and on a truck. I hope he made it home.