Sunday, April 12, 2015

Purge or Pack?

I will be seriously, no,  seriously  turning 60 in a matter of fourteen days.  

It is time to think more of my heavenly home and think less of my earthly one.  They say you can't take it with you.  I get that.

I. have. seriously. become. a. hoarder. of. sentimental. stuff.  I have a real hard time throwing anything of sentimental value away.  This is crazy, especially now since three of my grandchildren are drawing pictures and sweet 'I love you Grammy' notes.  


Lots of changes going down in the Phillip household in the next couple of weeks.  Included in these changes:  Gary's uncle coming to live with us (in the rear office apartment). Loss of space.  A gigantic, huge, GIGANTIC yard sale.  Purging! Purging! Purging!

Honestly, I have nowhere to go with anything.

We have collected so much 'stuff' that when we go to look for something it is easier to buy new than to figure out where it may be.  

The stuff = GOING BYE-BYE!  

I mean it!

My closet.  Bye-bye clothes.  

I can get rid of 2/3 and still have enough to last the rest of my life .... even if I make it to ONE HUNDRED and TWO!

And so.  This project is BIG but one by one I am chipping away.  Hoping to have the yard sale early to mid May.

So whadda ya think?  Which of the following sentimental 'stuff' is  being purged and which is  being packed?

In 8th grade I started writing stories.  I put my best friend and myself in the cast of this one.  Woo Hoo!  Loved that show!

Another story.  Once again, my best friend and I were cast as main characters.  Do you remember Here Come The Brides?  Oh how I loved Bobby Sherman!
The middle son's blankie.
A list of residents in the nursing home that I took care of when I was a nursing assistant.  I blotted out their names just in case they are still alive and kicking (which I strongly doubt).
My dad's silver tie that he wore on his and mom's 25th wedding anniversary.  There was a horrific snow storm that day.  I have pictures of him and mom in our small kitchen where they were forced to have the festivities because of the weather.
In my Mom's wallet when she passed away.  The top picture is my niece Diane who just passed away this past November.
A CB radio card from friends of my dad's
Another CB radio card.  I can remember talking to my cousin on that CB radio....  like it was yesterday.  KKI 2433, KKI2433...  this is KKI 4725, do you copy?   What a thrill!
A postcard to Mom from Dad
The front of the postcard
My mom's dialyses log.  Every day.  Four times a day we would record BP, Temp, Weight, Which # exchange (fluid) to go in and how much came out.  It was an emotional time in my life.  A time where I grew stronger than I ever thought possible.
After Mom's recovery (she had been sick and close to death for 3 months), at her assisted living place...  one of her first days back home I took her downstairs to the activity room because someone was there leading songs.  I remember thinking HOW  BLESSED I AM because my Mom was still with me.  This was the sheet music.  I can still see my mom's smile as she sang these words.  She was happy to be alive.
My brother's rattle

My Dad's old glasses.  Weirdest prescription I've ever seen.  

So there you have it.  And this does not even make a dent in the sentimental stuff...  oh no, not at all. 

"NO!  Don't you dare get rid of that!  Do my puppy years mean nothing at all to you, woman!!??"


  1. I do remember Bobby Sherman and Here Come the Brides (I'm 2 years younger than you Bobbi). I think you purge this and the other stories you wrote. I think you keep your dad's tie and glasses and your brother's rattle. I think you purge your mom's dialysis records and the post card.

    As you know, we went through A LOT of purging with hubby's parents stuff that took us 4 years and then the final stuff was just hurriedly gotten rid of because we were moving out of state and out of that home. I "swear" they never got rid of a bill they paid, tax returns from the first year they were married 1947 forward, cards they had sent to each other over the years. We purged, sold, gave away, disposed of over 30,000 pounds of stuff. Honestly it is refreshing when its all done; it just is a lot of work to get it done. If you do a garage sale, my best advice just put the stuff out, don't price everything individually, even leave things in boxes, people will look through the boxes if they are interested, realize you won't get what you think the item is worth, but you just want it moved and remember like you said, where your true treasures are :)

    Good luck with it all!


  2. I certainly understand, Bobbi. We have moved 3 times recently and each time it was a little easier to let go of "things." We discovered that the local Humane Society has a thrift store and all the proceeds help pets in need. We donated a lot to them and we also gave special items to folks who appreciated them, not just for the monetary value. That makes it a little easier. Best wishes to you.

  3. Oh good luck with that. It's hard to get rid of stuff. Maybe you can at least get rid of "enough" and condense the rest. I used to like Bobby Sherman myself. My next door neighbor found him before I did - she was older. But I liked Donny Osmond better. ha. Tell Gracie that Tugie and Roger say hello!

  4. Well...I can see where some of this stuff needs to GO. And you are smart enough to let it go. Like Gracie's teeth (sorry Gracie). But I could never throw out my mom's wallet. But really, you are not THAT old yet!

  5. By all means SAVE GRACIE. And the blankie. I'd be of no help to you at all about the rest because I'd be hard pressed to get rid of anything you showed us. All too sentimental, indeed. GOOD LUCK with the purge.

  6. I say pack it up, but don't give it away. Pack it in those platic bags that get the air sucked out of them.
    Oh yes, vacumne pack

  7. I have the same issues here! SO many sentimental things that I have a hard time parting with! It isn't easy to get rid of those things:) If I have room, I keep them! Enjoy your day dear friend, HUGS!


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