I'm committed to simplifying my life -
and getting rid of things -
and forms of things -
that no longer make sense to keep.
I just hadn't counted on how hard it is
to shred pictures you've been hanging on to
for 40+years!
The anxiety I have while scanning
and then shredding photos
and then shredding photos
is similar to how I felt cleaning out my mothers house
when she went into a nursing home
due to her dementia.
She hadn't thought or asked about her collections of
bells,
birds,
thimbles,
quilts,
Toby mugs or
LPs etc
for decades.
(yes, 'collecting' is in my DNA!)
(yes, 'collecting' is in my DNA!)
But getting rid of them permanently,
instead of merely storing them indefinitely at my house,
felt like acknowledging that she never would ...
the dementia would never lift
and restore her to the woman
she had once been.
and restore her to the woman
she had once been.
A "hard copy' of photos is the only reality
many of us have known and trusted
since we got our first Brownie cameras!
Digitalizing images- and accepting that
SHOULD someone in my family care to look at them,
they can be retrieved from the hard drive
is a tough pill to swallow.
(Not that my sons have wanted to look at them for years -
but hope springs eternal!)
On my stroll down memory lane,
I must say I'm glad I held on to
some of these handwritten gems...
anyone else remember when kids wrote thank you notes,
Valentines and
and apologies?
do they even teach cursive anymore?
Hard to see -
but the crying man on the apology note
has a prisoner number on his chest -
24601.
I LOVED having a second grader who knew Jean Valjeans number -
(from Les Mis)
and used it appropriately...
totally mitigated whatever the infraction was -
although I don't think I told him that at the time!
So far I haven't had the heart to shred these...
that might be a bridge too far.
ps:
headed Up North for a long weekend
to celebrate more graduations -
and talk about the Camino until their eyes glaze over...
be back soon !
(Not that my sons have wanted to look at them for years -
but hope springs eternal!)
On my stroll down memory lane,
I must say I'm glad I held on to
some of these handwritten gems...
anyone else remember when kids wrote thank you notes,
Valentines and
and apologies?
do they even teach cursive anymore?
Hard to see -
but the crying man on the apology note
has a prisoner number on his chest -
24601.
I LOVED having a second grader who knew Jean Valjeans number -
(from Les Mis)
and used it appropriately...
totally mitigated whatever the infraction was -
although I don't think I told him that at the time!
So far I haven't had the heart to shred these...
that might be a bridge too far.
ps:
headed Up North for a long weekend
to celebrate more graduations -
and talk about the Camino until their eyes glaze over...
be back soon !