Our older boy has been a member of a youth swim team since he was eight years old, and Sunday will be his final meet with them. After that, it’s over; he’s being Menudo’d out the door. I asked if it made him sad, and he looked at me with a surprised expression, and said, “No. Why would it?”
He wasn’t being a smart-ass, he was genuinely confused as to why I would ask such a question. But I know how I would be… I’d get all sentimental. I’d have a soft-focus montage of the good times playing inside my head, and be walking around with a lump in my throat.
But he’s on the high school team now, and doesn’t seem to have any emotional attachment to the youth team anymore. I don’t understand how that’s possible, it’s been a HUGE part of his life for half of his time on Earth so far, but it seems to be the case.
I’m definitely the sentimental type, for better or worse. Even when I’m trading in a car –- maybe some old beat-to-hell clunker — I get sad. I almost attribute human qualities to the thing, and feel like I’m betraying it and turning my back on an old friend. “Sure, you have your faults, like that giant hole in the floorboard through which muddy water sometimes blasts up from the street and soaks my chest and crotch. But you’re good people…”
The same thing happens when I move. Even if I’m leaving a shitty dump in a crime-ridden neighborhood, I always feel mildly sad. I turn as I’m making my way out the door, take one final look around, sigh, and walk away with a heavy heart.
Heck, I sometimes sit around and think about all the people who have lived before me in my current house or apartment, and picture them in their period clothes and wonder what ultimately happened to them. Were they happy here? What kinds of ups and downs did they endure under this roof, and in these rooms? Yes, I have the capacity for this kind of thing.
In Atlanta we lived in an apartment building dating back to the 1920s, and it was fun to consider everything that had come before us. Of course, it was me thinking these thoughts, so it never got too deep. Eventually I’d start wondering how many farts had been let-loose inside each room, starting all the way back with the original construction crew. Then I’d begin thinking: did farts smell differently in 1925 than they do today? Maybe because of diet, rampant tobacco use, and constant inhalation of mustache wax?
In any case, it surprises me when people can just make huge changes in their lives, and not feel a twinge of sadness about the thing they’re leaving behind. I’m just not wired that way.
My parents are among the least sentimental people I know. After my grandmother died, they went through her stuff and hurled 90% of it into a dumpster. I would’ve kept it all, except the clothing (too creepy). But they just tossed everything, unless they had a real-world use for it. Oh, they kept photos and that kind of stuff, but if there wasn’t some legitimate use for a household item, it went straight to the dump.
Hell, I’ve still got a ball of tape that I peeled off a classroom floor in fifth grade. A ball of tape! It was an outline of a human heart, and the sixth graders had to walk through it and explain each section. After the project was completed, another kid and I were asked to peel the tape off the floor. And I still have my half-heart. I’m not sure why, but I’ll never throw it away.
And so, I’d like to know how sentimental you are. That’s the Question of the Day. Do you get sad when you move from one house to another, or trade in a car? Or are you like my parents, and say, “Grandpa’s old War World II dog tags? Where’s the trash?”
Tell us about it in the comments, won’t you?
And I’ll see you guys again tomorrow.
Have a great day!
hot fuzz says
Good morning world.
I’m a huge dick but ima fryer. The outsiders cried DC cab cried red dawn still cry
I love all of those movies. “sniff”
fryer. I think I was still drunk when I wrote that.
3:59 am? Yeah, I wasn’t just drunk I was still actively drinking and watching The Accountant (Drinking Jack and random beer).
I think of myself as romantic rather than sentimental, but I’m most likely both.
hot fuzz says
Seeing my last car being towed away felt like I was taking it to the vet to be put down – we had been through a lot together and here I was betraying “him”.
I get all nostalgic about the boy’s hockey era. And then I remember the people I encountered. Somehow I wish I had fonder memories.
hot fuzz says
T-storm, don’t bogart the tequilla.
I’m such a romantic that I get nostalgic for the first side of a record before the second side is done playing. The advent of the compact disc helped address that particular problem. I understand there’s some new technology coming along that doesn’t require a playing surface at all. Don’t know whether I’ll get nostalgic for old bits.
When we cleaned out my parents’ house, I saved everything that was personal to each of my parents (except clothing). That’s a lot of stuff, but I just couldn’t toss old postcards, ledgers, jewelry, tie clasps, cuff links, etc.
But I don’t have an emotional attachment to something, I’m willing to let it go to the city dump. For example, I don’t miss Nixon.
Lee Harvey Ramone says
I use to keep Christmas cards and Birthday cards but now I just toss them. I still have a couple from my mom that I really enjoyed and I have a couple from my aunt who died.
If you think you have trouble letting go of things, watch Hoarders. I know it’s been out for a while but I just recently started to watch it on Netflix. Those people actually get sick when they have to throw anything that they think might be used one day. I think I might of had a small problem like this before but once you start throwing shit away it’s “Why did I keep this garbage anyway?”
!#@$! ….throw anything away…..
Hoarders vs Sentimental value are two separate things. Hoarders seem to keep every scrap of trash along with good stuff, hidden by scraps of trash and dead cats. Sentimentally keeping something, even if the shelves are full is another matter, for one, it ain’t a shit ton of plastic bags and twist ties crammed into every nook and cranny, but something with actual value. You could sell it at a garage sale.
I always cringe when I hear of people just throwing everything away. ie: Jeffs parents example. What about the collections of items with some value? I’ve got a glass insulator collection that would net a few bucks, just throw it away? There goes some history down the crapper. At least give it to another collector. But to somebody without a clue, its recycle box material.
I also hate to think what will happen to all my metal working tools and stuff when I finally gurgle down the drain. Its a load of scrap iron to the uninitiated, but its history, its still useful, and it is actually made with quality in mind.
Really good update, Jeff. Inhalation of mustache wax? Hilarious! I’m glad I got up early enough this morning to read this before heading off to work.
Yes, I’m sentimental, and, yes, I keep too much stuff. I think I will take Valentin’s advice and watch Hoarders as a cautionary tale.
WATCH IT!!!! THEN INVITE ME TO COME HELP YOU PURGE OUT THE OLD STUFF WTB!!!
You only offer because you assume I have evidence. You assume correctly.
I’ve done some of that sort of thing. I just moved after living in the same place for over 16 years.
I still have a lot of stuff from when I was a kid.
Gotta go with non-sentimental on this one. The Child Bride is a hoarder, and has boxes and boxes of school papers from when Awesome Son was in first grade. Now, eight years later, it seems illogical to keep those, and I dispose of a box every couple of months without her knowing or noticing them missing. She is currently soing the same thing with AngryWhiteGirl’s first grade papers. Only a matter of time before I get to them.
Child Bride also still has clothes from middle school that she keeps as memories. She still puts them on and wonders why she wore them in the first place, but then puts them back on a hanger, in case we open the museum dedicated to her life sometime in the future.
I tried to hold onto my hopes and dreams for a good long while, but those seem to have gotten trashed along the way too.
I look forward to a new place to live or a new car in the way that I look forward to getting rid of the old ones. I also used that mindset in getting rid of my first wife.
tracy in ohio says
I’m not sentimental at all. I love going through my stuff and pitching things I haven’t used in the last month or so. The only thing I have left from when my girls were little are pictures. I didn’t keep clothes, shoes, or blankets. I just don’t see the point of keeping stuff like that.
My husband is a borderline hoarder and we have a garage full of his grandmothers stuff to prove it. Everyone went through the house and took what they wanted and he took everything else. I started to go through the stuff but when I started to come across boxes of hair rollers and bottles of avon perfume thought I was going to go crazy and start throwing all of it in the garbage so I just stepped away. He gets the garage so I don’t really care what is in there. He has so much junk in there that we can’t fit either of our vehicles in it. But out of sight out of mind for me. I do a purge and pitch about once a month when he isn’t home. Otherwise he will just pull the stuff back out of the garbage and say that maybe someday we might use it. I figure if that day comes I will spend the $2 or whatever to buy a new one!
I started to watch hoarders on netflix also but am waiting to watch further episodes until he can sit down and watch with me. I’m hoping it will freak him out a bit so he won’t hold on to so much stuff.
OMG!! are we the same person??? I can park in my garage because I threw a fit about it but we also have a garage full of everything that was once in his grandmothers house AND all the stuff he takes from his construction jobs that he just can’t see go to the dump because its still good. We have a new rule that nothing larger than a bread box is supposed to come into the house without discussion first but i noticed a “new” countertop last week. DRIVES ME NUTS!!!!
I HATE clutter! I do have a few items I keep ahold of for some odd reason (jewelry, dolls I had in the late 50’s), but roommate/bf has so much crap tucked away all over MY house, it depresses me. If something happens to him where he meets his demise, I think an auctioneer is the way to go: someone come in, lug it to the yard, put notice of sale up, take a percentage and it’s gone! Boyfriend swears he’s a millionaire with all his Coca Cola ‘stuff’, beer making contraptions, vintage car parts and original prints that aren’t to my taste, but I remind him they’re only worth something if you TAKE the time and energy to find a buyer.
The Qweezy Mark says
I only cry when I throw out an empty Jim Beam bottle. Oh, and when I left AZ to come back to this god forsaken Scranton thing.
I am a bit sentimental, and only half as bad as you are, and for unimportant things. I’ve had a rock for decades, and I’ve only been alive for just under three decades. I can’t stand to throw away notes or delete emails from people I rarely communicate with. But I don’t give to shits if anyone dies, good riddance; the land of the living is no place for the dead.
I get attached to the most useless shit like cardboard boxes, cd jewel cases, never worn t-shirts, luggage, ridiculous stuff.
I’m fairly sentimental, not to the extent of saving rolls of used tape, but I have kept a large box of mementos from childhood, I do have a lot of family “heirlooms” dating back 4+ generations, etc.
Like Jeff I do get sentimental when moving, and like to do one last walk through the house by myself. Our current place will be tough to leave since both the kids were born here…
I’m sentimental, but I realize that I can’t keep a lot of stuff. When my mom died, we had to throw a lot of her things away, but I can’t bring myself to delete her from my cell phone contacts, or my email address book.
Call the number and see who answers…
I am very sentimental about everything. Even when I go on vacation, on the last day I just take a look a round and feel sad knowing it’s over.
Being into antiques and not being able to get rid of anything is how I ended up in the business, making my jewelry, and thinking about opening another shop. I always wonder about the people who owned these things previously. Especially the jewelry. Who wore it? For which occasion? Was it a gift or purchased? I guess that’s why I am so passionate about the business.
I am sentimental about special dates and experiences in the past. I guess I’m just a sap.
On the other hand I’ll drag you by your hair across the bar floor and stomp on your neck like I did my boyfriends ex over 3 years ago. I’m sentimental about that date because I think back and should have kick her teef down her throat.
Root 66 says
My sentimentality is based mainly on old family photographs and any genealogy-related stuff. Even as a kid, I would sit for hours and hours looking at old pictures and wondering what life was like back in the “old days.” Now I sit at the computer looking at old pictures…guess some things never change!
I have maybe one box of “stuff” that really has no other value other than the memories it contains. Stuff like newspapers from the day each of our kids were born, or the coursage from our daughter’s wedding. I try really hard to limit it to one box, because we don’t have a whole lot of room for storage.
Can’t say I get attached to things like junky old cars or rolls of tape, but hey, that’s what makes the world go ’round–we’re all different!
I did get kinda choked up when we moved from our last house, because it had been good to us and three of our four kids were pretty much raised there…but “tempest fugit!”
Speaking on the subject of “sentimental”…for those who have never heard the song “In Color” by Jamie Johnson…take a listen. It is one of my favorite songs of all time. I cry everytime I hear it…..
WB in OH says
I wasn’t sure if I knew this one or not till I listened. Great song, doesn’t matter what genre your’e into this one has a little something for everyone. This was the first time I saw the video, I didn’t cry but I did get a few chills. I had a great uncle who was a tail gunner in the Navy so that part really gives me the shivers.
Root 66 says
Wow…terrific song! That’s right up my alley. Thanks.
Wow, I hadn’t heard that song. It was great! Country artists are masters of the story song. It made me a little misty… but then again, I’m a pretty weepy by nature.
On that note, I’m sentimental to an extent. I have my Grandmother’s wedding china and I scrapbook. I’m not, however, a keeper of 5th grade balls of tape or wads of 3rd grade chewing gum, ya know, because I’ve got all my faculties about me and whatnot.
Jamie Johnson is one of my favorite country artists. Ever. Many famous acts have recorded his songs. I have seen him a couple of times in person. He doesn’t run up and down the stage, no frills, no small talk with the audience. Just him. So if you want a “show” he is not the one to see. But if you want to just chill and listen to some awesome music for what it is, go see him.
I notice that a lot of people have useless items that belonged to grandparents. I am no different. From my paternal grandmother I have her battery operated card shuffler. From my maternal grandmother, I have her glass grapes. From my maternal grandfather, I have an unused ashtray with the Shriner’s logo.
I do get kind of sad about replacing an old car. But I tend to keep them until complete death occurs. So, I think that helps, knowing I was loyal until the end.
I hold onto birthday, valentine, and anniversary cards…..I go back and read them and think “see they do think I am special”. 🙂 when the drawer gets too full to close, I go through and chunk the old ones.
Lee Harvey Ramone says
I keep a couple of old family heirlooms that were hand-carried (because the German soldiers had come and confiscated their two horses right before the advance of the Russian army; including Lotte which was my mother’s favorite of the two) by my grandmother or grandfather from East Prussia to Germany. One of these items is a table cloth that was woven from thread that was hand-spun from raw cotton by my great grandmother in the late 19th century.
Call me sentimental if you must.
Linda, I also can’t bring myself to delete my recently deceased mother’s phone number from my cell phone contacts list.
That being said, I agree with Mr Kristofferson:
“Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose”
hot fuzz says
LHR – nice tale. Props my brother.
Sentimental about a ball of tape? I’m on my 3rd wife!
WB in OH says
And yet Toney’s Mom is the crazy one!
hot fuzz says
I’m still on my first. For some reason, she doesn’t like being called the first though.
Here we enter into the Zen koan: Women have a great sense of humor; wives, not so much. Yet, every wife is a woman, at least in my neighborhood.
I introduced one of my wives as my “friend”. She didn’t cotton to it. I always thought we were friends until I got the letter from her attorney.
We love the things we love for what they are.
hot fuzz says
Cotton. I love that phrase. I must be an old soul, yearning for a time when men wore suits, fedoras and spoke phrases like “cotton”.
She who must be feared any obeyed is a saint to put up with what I put her through. She knows every punch line to all my material and has never even ONCE walked over my delivery.
If only there was at least ONE special day devoted to showing our significant others how much we love and appreciate them.
TW doesn’t appreciate being referred to as “my current wife”, nor does she share my sentimentality in describing our anniversary as celebrating “21 of the happiest years of my life.” Probably because we’ve been married for 31 years.
hot fuzz says
I heard a line on TV I said here before. We’ve been married almost 25 years now. Thirty-two with the windchill.
Wives who love and are worth loving back – god bless ’em all, eh?
heh, heh, heh… I like that one.
I tell people I’ve been married 20 years. Of course, it took 3 wives to do it.
I have this alarming feeling we’re eventually going to see Jeff on “Hoarders: Buried Alive!”
I did have an unnatural attachment to a car I once oened. I was about 20 when I bought it. It was a 1991 Honda Accord with a sunroof. I loved that thing. It drove great and I remember zipping down the highway on warm summer nights with the sunroof open and the stereo blaring. Makes me smile just thinking about it.
It only had one minor issue. It had a factory spoiler at one time but someone had ripped it off (literally) and had filled in the holes where it was attached to the trunk lid with clear silicone sealer. (wth?) I don’t know. I always intended to get it fixed, but never got around to it.
When I was about 22 I bought a brand-spanking new Ford F-150 pickup (I had horses then) and traded in my sweet Accord. It was so ridiculous, but as I was driving away in my new truck, I cried at the site of my car sitting there on the lot – orphaned.
It still hurts just thinking about it. * sniff *
Chuck in Belpre says
Books. I hang on to books I know I have no intention of ever reading again. What should I do with them?
I only have a few little things that belonged to my parents. Small keepsakes…pocket knife…cast iron chicken fryer. Stuff like that.
hot fuzz says
I have my Dad’s watch. I have to keep it hidden away because it hurts too much to even hold it sometimes.
Does Goodwill take books?
My Dad worked for Tacoma Transit (The Bus Company as we always called it) for 40 years. I have his railroad watch which he purchased used in 1940. It still keeps perfect time. He was never late for anything in his life. He died last year at 92. I never saw him cry, so I don’t know why I cry sometimes when I think of our 59 years together.
hot fuzz says
My dad worked for 35 years for the Toronto Transit Commission. heh.
My uncle gave me a watch that my grandfather used to use when he worked for the railroad in Marslen, Saskatchewan. He wrote me a note saying the same sort of thing about always having to be on time. It was kinda unsettling as my dad and my Uncle had the same handwriting -almost indistinguishable.
John, sorry for your loss. Ninety two is definitely a long life – may it have been a happy healthy one for him too.
I’m sure your dad worked in a system an order of magnitude larger than my dad did. What did he do and what years was he there?
My dad just loved his jobs at Transit. He was one of the lucky few who really enjoyed everything he did for a living.
hot fuzz says
He was a machinist/bench fitter from the late forties until 1982 or so.
He loved the guys he worked with and would get in trouble for all the pranks.
I remember visiting him at work and being 8 years old- they let me move a street car and a subway car. Coolest day ever.
Back the all the men wore white undrshirts. I remember mom gving dad shit because his new t-shirt was covered in splotches from one of the tea-bag fights. Grown men acting like 12 yr olds…gotta love it.
As much as I miss my dad, I’m pretty much over losing him. I think the tears associated with him are as much of joy as anything else. He was married to a woman he loved for 56 years, got along with both of his kids throughout his life, and had fun at whatever he did. When he was in his 50s, we’d go camping with another Transit guy and his family, and Dad and the other guy would get in trouble throughout the campground with their slingshots. He had a long run and he never wasted a minute.
Thanks for caring…jtb
hot fuzz says
That just makes me smile. Thanks for sharing.
Goodwill probably takes books. One of our local charities will come pick up your extraneous stuff, so when we were preparing the nursery for the upcoming miracle, I parted with 6 huge boxes of books. I’m a book hoarder.
I have been a book collector for 40 years. When I decide I’m never going to read a book again, I try to find a younger person who might have an interest and gift it to them.
The Goodwill does indeed accept books, and the retail stores do a pretty good business selling them. Also, used bookstores are frequently happy to buy used books. It also offers a good excuse for you to hang around a used bookstore which, for some of us, is like hanging around church.
I love the cast iron chicken fryer. You can carry the pocket knife in your pocket and tow the fryer behind you in a wagon. I have stuff like that from Mom that I will not part with. Ever.
Uncle Buzz in Wheeling says
I am a slowly recovering hoarder. (Tilly, you & wife Barb are sister “clutter” haters.)
A milestone for me was dumping the “Yeah, bit I might need it someday” attitude.
If you can relate, replace that attitude with this one, no matter how painful: if you haven’t used (whatever) in the last 2 years, throw it the hell out.
Today’s quote (off-topic, but what the hell, it’s true):
“Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it everywhere, diagnosing it incorrectly and applying the wrong remedies.” ~ Groucho Marx
Uncle Buzz in Wheeling says
I meant, of course, “Yeah, but…”
Whenever you hear those two words, trust me, you are being argued with, or arguing with yourself.
I’m not super sentimental. I keep a few things, but not much. I have no problem moving or getting a new vehicle.
My kids are too young to tell if they’re sentimental or not. I’m hoping they are. When each of them turned one I made a box for them and everyone put notes, pictures, cards, bonds, silver bullion, things like that in there. I plan on giving it to them when they turn 18. I thought it would be neat to have pictures and personal letters from people who will likely be dead by then.
Phantom Railfan says
I guess I’m fairly sentimental, some stuff I tend to hang onto while other stuff just goes. It’s kind of arbitrary. My Grandfather was something of a hoarder, I guess, at least he hung onto all of his correspondence, daily journals he wrote, even some household bills. So I have several boxes full of things like letters to and from his college friends and reciepts for a winter’s worth of home-heating coal from 1923 or whenever. It’s actually pretty cool.
hot fuzz says
I used to have a poppy from my Dad’s funeral stuck in the headliner of my car. It was a sentimental reminder as well as a reality check from the way my dad operated – slow down. Whether it was driving, working, loving or living… slow down and enjoy it.
Over time the plastic poppy got too brittle and I couldn’t even brush it nostalgically without it crumbling. I’m on poppy number two now and I doubt it will be the last.
When Mom died, I was asked if I wanted anything specifically. I said a big clay mixing bowl my mom used to use for baking. The other thing was a picture from the late 50s of my parents and siblings broken down by the side of the road in their big ass old 50’s Chev. No one remembers the circumstances but I love that they’re all smiling their asses off even though they are broken down. My siblings and parents had this glow of youth or vitality about them, It was well before my time and it’s a funny concept to think of your family without you but that picture really does bring me joy,
To this day, I smile when I’m at the urinal at work. I’ll let that resonate for a second. They use wild cherry scented urinal freshener. I associate it with my dad taking me on the subway and buying me a pack of wild cherry flavoured gum.
I have one of those paper poppies that vets give out when you make a donation stuck in the headliner of my car. It’s super faded, but it still makes me smile – when my dad was still alive , he gave those guys a 20 whenever he saw them and gave me the poppy.
Haven’t seen any vets asking for donations in awhile – I’m getting a little worried that I won’t be able to find a replacement when this one falls apart.
I usually see them around Memorial Day and always buy a poppy. They hang out by the supermarkets so I always amass a small bouquet.
hot fuzz says
At the Canadian National Exhibition each summer the have one day called Veteran’s day – a feature is the Warriors Parade. The parade is shorter every year. God bless ’em all.
Sometimes the saddest thing is seeing someone’s shit just thrown out into a dumpster after an eviction. You see things that clearly meant something to them but whoever threw it out could give a shit.
I didn’t cry at my grandma’s funeral but I’m ok with that. She lived a good life and was pretty comfortable with Jesus (I think she knew the guy).
I think I might cry when I sign this stack of mortgage papers staring at me, only because my hand will hurt.
Jean Shepherd once said that women are romantic and men are sentimental. I’m not sure I agree with that 100%.
I’ll keep certain objects… I have a few 15-cent subway tokens from my childhood and some French francs and Deutsch marks, also some gas station promotional items (remember those?). I have my grandfather’s first-aid kit from when he was a doughboy in World War I, also a couple of pairs of his cufflinks and a bowtie or two. From Grandma, I have her diary from when she was 19, and a cast iron skillet she owned, which probably dates from the 1920s.
I also have some old books that have no family connection – when I was 15, we moved into an old house that had all kinds of treasure in the attic. It seems that the son of a previous family was an engineering student, and he left behind lots of textbooks from the 1930s and 40s. Calculus, physics, electronics – lots of goodies, including two or three WW2-vintage editions of “The Radio Amateur’s Handbook”. Good stuff.
I’ve moved around too much in my lifetime to get too sentimental about things. Except where my kids are concerned…very now & then I will unearth a toddler-era artifact in the garage that gets me choked up.
For example, that pic of the Kermit book makes me a little misty.
I guess I am sentimental. There are some things you just can’t part with. The pictures of your Mom and Dad when they are very young and you can see yourself in the gleam of their eyes. The antique telephone with your father’s initials woodburned in it. The spinning wheel that you can’t imagine using. The wash stand. Your parent’s high school yearbooks. I just can’t throw that stuff away like trash. It’s not trash. It’s my legacy.
Bill in WV says
Right on! That’s the kind of stuff I want to keep.
Woo Hoo! I’m still here! The powers back on, the phone on , the internet is on and the cleanup is still going but its almost like that huge cyclone didn’t happen! Okay, so it went a little south of us, just enough to spare us major damage but it still hurt. Thanks to those well wishes too!
Anyway, not sure if I’m sentimental or just a hoarder. I can’t seem to throw anything away that has a memory attached but when its gone I don’t miss it. Lazy sentimental???
Glad to hear you and your loved ones made it through with no injuries and, apparently, little damage, although it sounds like you went some time without power. Was there any way to chill the tinnies?
Good to hear another Reporter has weathered the storm and perseveres.
Yep, I stocked up on ice and beer before it hit. I went to the shop to get food and saw all these tradies walking out with cases of beer and thought, “I need to do that.” A generator kept the fridge going for a couple of days but the poor bastards 50 miles away got smashed. It looks like a couple of weeks before they get power back, let alone their homes. Strangely I fell asleep about half an hour before it hit! I guess I am a heavy sleeper…
WB in OH says
I bet I’ve looked at the bunker cam snow cock a half a dozen times over the last two days, and I just noticed the snow jizz running down the side of the car. The devil is in the details.
When we bought our current house about 3 years ago, I fell in love with the detached 3 car garage. The entire upper part of the garage is floored attic space. The wifey noticed my joy at that garage and said, “You’re just dreaming about all the crap you can store up there, aren’t you”? I said, “It’s not crap, it’s my lifes memorabilia”. No, I don’t keep old pizza boxes or frozen,dead cats or actual garbage, but I do hang onto old letters, birthday cards, love notes, school stuff. I’m no hoarder, I’m a certified pack rat.
Bill in WV says
I have the family Bible from my mother’s side of the family. It’s one of the large bibles that was used for, other than the obvious, storing old pictures and newspaper clippings and announcements between the pages, that were significant enough for them to keep. The Bible is at least 100 years old and even has some pictures that were produced on metal sheets, many of the pictures are a mystery to me. I still haven’t gone through all of it, but I treasure the thing more than any other family heirloom.
Sometimes I wish there were still wild tribes in North America. Those must have been the good old days. You could ride up to an Indian chick, shag her, and then turn her loose. And nobody would think much of it. I guess I’m sentimental about that kind of thing: the old fuck and run days.
Son of Sam says
Been to Pittsburgh lately?
Not Oprah says
Never been to Pittsburgh, but have the image – that’s damn funny.
WB in OH says
Methinks the writer of words and bearer of laughs overslept.
WB in OH says
I haven’t made a comment specific to the QOD because I wasn’t sure if I could really answer one way or the other if I was sentimental or apathetic. After reading through the comments a few times I realize I’m sentimental in thought, but not big on collecting things. Reading John and hot fuzzes comments made for a lot good memories of my grandfather and dad. Grandpa has been gone for awhile but dad and mom are just a mile north of me. I think I better stop in and have lunch Saturday.
When I left my house in college, I literally cried. It was a large house, 7 people everyone had moved out and on with their lives but I stayed until the very last day of the lease. That last day I sat on the stoop at 10am and drank an old St. paulie girl I found rolling around in a fridge drawer and cried. I kept that bottle…..
Until I lost it… Man I miss that house.
Not exactly a sentimental thing, but I got a big fuck you from Big Vending.
I was craving Doritos, maybe it’s a superbowl thing. I went to the breakroom at work and I put in my dollar and hit B4. The machine tells me to make another selection. I try to get my money back and no luck.
So I hit A4 (Cheddar and Sour Cream Ruffles) and the bag fell….and got stuck on the (damn) Doritos it wouldn’t let me have. Well, since nothing dropped it kept vending and I got to A4’s but only wanted one B4.
So it’s a win, but a let down at the same time.
Elapsed time was probably about 5 or 10 seconds, but it felt like forever. Second night in a row no Doritos. Damn it.