Mementos in the attic…

Let’s be very honest here. We all have clutter. Don’t lie. One of the biggest culprits, if not the biggest, is the barrage of sentimental items we keep holding onto.


How many of us have that one (just one?) closet in their home packed full of boxes, zippered storage bags full with photographs, childhood items and too many other items you have likely forgotten all about. The thought of parting with any of them, well, that rarely occurs because there is always some reason to keep hanging onto things. Our intentions are always to possibly to pass them down to family or a friend but meanwhile, there are just so many memories tucked away, our homes become storage facilities.


Personally, I cringe at the thought of my own Christmas ornaments and decorations, some of which have lived in their respective boxes for years without movement. Yet, I’ve kept them and the thought of parting with any of them breaks my heart but my reasoning is to pass along the best of what is inside the piles of boxes. Grandchildren who will soon have their own homes and will be thrilled to share in my favorite collection of “stuff”.

Of course they will, that’s what I keep telling myself.

We all attempt to hold onto our respective pasts with family and friends who have either died or left us items which represent closed chapters in our lives. I do recall most of my life up to this point and time as well as those people, those “ghosts” without all of the papers, photos and other paraphernalia which live in the boxes stored in my home. All have been saved to remember, yet, I was doing a fairly good job of doing that without all of them, or so I thought. Even today, I came across an object and said out loud to myself, “what the hell is this? when going through a particular box. As I continued to talk to myself, I thought about who saves crap like what I found.

Evidently, I did, at some point in the past.


Then, the emotions involved with letting so much go steps in and takes over until we realize that everything we’ve stored away has become a museum of our lives. We all can remember our past along with those we’ve lost and share that with our families without an endless collection of boxes stored everywhere.


Think about it.


None of us need all of these things and not having them does not make the day or the memory any less special or important. We will still remember those important in our lives, their memories are their stories along with their wisdom and advice. Simple steps in identifying which items are most important to yourself and your family helps you to realize that you do not have to discard any collection. Honor your memories and your mementos.


Use them and if not, pass them along to someone who will appreciate them. Donate your wedding dress to a charity that gives wedding gowns a second life by turning them into prom dresses for girls unable to afford them. Repurpose the gadzillion T-shirts you have from everywhere and make a quilt. Take photographs of childhood toys and baby clothes you’ve saved. They don’t need to sit in the attic, let them be enjoyed now by a new generation.


Speaking of photographs, how many do you have on your phone? Yup, thought so. Scan them, put them on a flash drive or, in the cloud so that your past will be at your fingertips whenever you want to look at it. Good, bad or indifferent, all memories are in our hearts, not under the bed, in closets or in the attic. Letting go is freeing, useful and sentimental. We shouldn’t store things away because we’ve had them forever or, they were a gift. Don’t try to justify that you “might” need or want it someday. Trust me, that day never comes. As far as something possibly holding some significant value, sell it now. If it’s not really worth anything, forget the “maybes” and let it go.

By all means, keep those mementos but let go of the sentimental clutter.
Honor your past without cluttering your present. Find your balance!

From the Writer’s Workshop: Tell us the story of your favorite memento. I went off on a bit of a tangent here, mainly because it’s Spring and my favorite time for purging. Mementos are everywhere in my home. But, I cheated with my response and failed to ramble on about one of my favorite mementos because I felt most people would find it absolutely boring or not have any idea what it is. For what it’s worth, here it is. Don’t judge me…

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Where did the “merry” go?

Once again, Christmas is over more quickly than it began. It wasn’t as enjoyable as previous ones, continuing a sad trend in holiday celebrations as family and other dynamics come into play.

I keep wondering if the seasonal retail push which starts around late summer tends to take the celebratory edge off this holiday. We all joke about how the shops start pushing Christmas paraphernalia along with Halloween and that started with back-to-school items around July 4th. Each year, the merchandising mayhem starts earlier and earlier. Sometimes I question why we have calendars marking holidays each year given the retail markets move with a totally different game plan.

For me, the magic has disappeared. Maybe it’s just getting older along with dealing with familial divides that have resulted in empty chairs around the dining room table. A large part is the absence of happy little feet and active imaginations bounding through the door and heading straight for our gigantic tree. Even that tree, once festooned with precious ornaments, along with decorations tucked everywhere else in the house, has taken a huge minimalist step back. Piles of gifts that overwhelmed the living room are no more, they’ve been replaced by gift cards or checks tucked into a letter or holiday card.

I’m a realist, aware that many of us can never again enjoy those wondrous feelings and beliefs. After a certain age Christmas stops feeling as it used to because our brain develops and stop functioning as it did when we were young children. Christmas is so magical and fills our hearts with warmth and comfort because as children that’s how we stored it in our memories. But as we grow older we start producing more cognitive thoughts. Children are so happy because they don’t process things the same way. Everything is surface level, what you see is what you get. We get older and even though holidays like Christmas come around, life still goes on. We have the same problems, the same pain, etc. We didn’t have those problems at Christmas as children. Christmas was just Christmas: a time for gifts and great food and beautiful surroundings. We had no worries or stress. We don’t have that luxury as adults. It’s sad, but it’s just true.

Yes, Christmas is over and there are few good memories to look back upon. I keep thinking about why this has turned into just another day; where did the merry go?

From the Writer’s Workshop: How was your Christmas? Was it as good as previous ones? Tell us!

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Flower Girl

She was an only child, afraid of her parents and the world outside.  Secrets stayed hidden behind her smile.

     As an adult, she fears little.  Except the passing of time.  And forgetting.

She was once awkward and clumsy.  Always watching normal life from the sidelines.

    Her steps are now quick and with direction.  At times,  it’s as if she’s still running away. 

She was afraid to speak back then because no one listened.

    Now, she talks with her fingers, sharing words with anyone who reads her keyboard conversation. 

She didn’t realize her strengths for years. Parental control those many years ago dictated the fact that children weren’t allowed to be powerful.

     Today, she launches an offensive at any injustice, having learned to stand up for herself…and others.

She was once a Flower Girl with a forced smile that peeked over a tiny bouquet of pink roses and white carnations.

      When she holds flowers now, each bloom looks up at her as if to smile and remind her of just how far she has come.

From the Writer’s Workshop:  Write about one, or both, of your parents.

Rummaging through some photographs that my late mother managed not to destroy, or discard, I came across one taken when I was about five years old. Friends of my parents married and I was a small part of the event, serving as a Flower Girl in their wedding. Looking at that photo, I recalled exactly what my life was like back then. 

I still have the little pink satin gown, in perfect condition, hanging in a closet. 

Memories linger in the delicate fabric.

 

 

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