One reason for this sorting is to leave less for my children to deal with when I am gone. I've had a clear reminder of my mortality recently, and, while I am not in the least morbid about it, it is a goad to take care of some things while I can.
While watching episodes of Hoarders with my granddaughter, I was inspired to begin the sorting work!
I pulled out two plastic bags and took them to the living room, where I could watch TV and go through the bags in comfort.
|1977 Anne Marie in Cheyenne Wells, CO,|
on a visit with Grandma Wales
|Jeremy, also in Cheyenne Wells. Is it just me,|
or are his shoes on the wrong feet?
The other bag contained items my mother had saved from my childhood and had given to me some years ago. It was fun to look at all these things, some of which were crumbling with age. About a third to a half of these items I discarded, as they would have no meaning to anyone but me. I certainly don't expect my children to make space to keep my juvenile artwork, etc., forever! However, before discarding, I did scan some of the pictures I drew when a young child and have them on my computer. One of the items I am keeping is my Baby Book. Here is my favorite page from it:
I have a lot more of my past to sort through. It will keep me busy for quite a while!