We are doing some cleaning out of the basement, or rather, an area of the basement that is overrun with very old stuff of mine. I have two large file boxes filled to the brim with old letters and I've been sorting them into a better storage situation, but it is taking a very long time.
Though I have improved over the years, I am a fairly sentimental person and I do attach lots of memories to things like letters and other odds and ends (ticket stubs, bits of candle wax...). Every once in a while I'm coming across something and I don't know what it is, or I will find a letter from someone I can't remember at all, and those things are unceremoniously disposed of. However, most of it is just wonderful, and, despite the many hours it will take me to organize it, I'm so so glad I have these boxes.
Perhaps the best find of the day? A birthday card signed by my (now all grown up) brother from back when he could barely write his own name.
I'm aware there may come a day when I come across these same letters again and find they don't seem so important to me anymore. OR my children may have one heck of a time reading them when I die!
5 comments:
Awww.... Kels! I'm glad something like that can mean so much to you. And that you consider me "all grown up". Thanks sis, I love you!
ugh. my parents BURNED all of their love letters written back and forth overseas while my dad was fighting in Vietnam. I was SO disappointed. If they wanted, I would have waited to read them. Not that we don't know they're still crazy about each other, but still, I know what my husband and I wrote back and forth to each other, and it was sentimental and ooky and I think it would be okay if KJ read (most) of it. Ha!
I think it's lovely that you have saved them and your brother is obviously chuffed to bits.
I have little post-it notes between me and my husband when we first met and I have a postcard that he sent to my hotel in Marrakesh saying he missed me.
You are very lucky to have it all and store it in the hope that your kids and family will pass it along for prosperity.
This is one of the things I love most about you.
Thanks for all of the calls this week -- will finally return them this week sometime, I promise!
We all miss you already.
love
Tracy
Oh, that pile of boxes in the basement. And the one in the attic. *sigh*
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