So much “stuff” I cannot leave behind. I’m doing well, I suppose, of what I am either selling, or simply walking away from. It’s been difficult, to say the least.
Momma’s treasures, her collections beyond what was listed on her (invalid) codicil and for the most part distributed, I cannot part with. It’s incredibly sad to me what was not wanted...
For me, everything I can place will be on display here at the ranch for her to continue to enjoy for as long as she is able. It’s the way I roll.
Once the dust settles, I plan on listing each item I’ve saved, and writing down its memory, the story left behind. It is obvious no one will want what I wanted. I know I have no one to pass along the hard earned treasures. To whomever settles my estate, it will be simply - stuff.
What a shame.
Two USN knives.Oh, sometimes how I wish this was all.
Daddy’s dog tags.
Momma’s high school annuals.
Daddy’s high school annuals.
All the photos. Oh, so many photos.
China Daddy bought Momma and mailed from Japan during the Korean conflict.
“The” dominos
Driftwood from Arkansas
Daddy’s desk
Rocking Chair
Rose Tea Set from Japan Daddy sent his mother.
Pocket Watches
Shaving mug
Original Artwork
But it’s only the tip of the iceberg.
While packing up our Dallas kitchen, Bud says we can’t bring it all. I asked him about a big Texaco insulated cup I found in the kitchen that neither one of us has used in about 20 years. He said, “No. That’s a good one." Give me a break, guy!
At least in a month, all decisions will have been made. It will be done. Over. It will be time to move on.
And the unpacking will begin.
I need a shed for the She Shed!
