As we move into our dotage, I am culling through boxes. There are three categories: GoodWill, Keep, and Good-Grief-Throw-Away. The garage has yet to feel my wrath, but it has been warned of its place on the list.
My son is moving from New York/New Jersey to Chicago, IL. John is in his 30s and has accumulated an amazing collection of stuff.
He moved to Illinois 2004, went to graduate school, and then moved the NYC where he has worked as an entomologist (insect expert),a consulting scientist for a major pest company. Now John has been hired by another company based in Chicago.
For most of January, he has been sorting through the boxes left unopened from his last move and the one before that. The findings have amazed, amused, and left him saying “What was I thinking??”
Third grade math and reading books from Ireland? Old computer games that used 3.25 floppy discs? Socks, worn out? Since New York and much of the Northeast coast are now being hit with a “Nor’easter” storm, he has time to continue his searching while being snowed in.
I mentioned to him that I still had the three Irish milking stools that I have kept for thirty (30) years for my three grown children. Would he like me to send one to Chicago, he burst out laughing.
“You still have those? Really? No, I don't want one...” So I won’t be sending them to Chicago.
What would you do with these? What should I do with them? Any ideas?
p.s. these stools are about 70 years old. We discovered them buried under debris in our tool yard, when we lived in Ireland and owned a hotel.