As I begin the arduous task of sorting, throwing, selling, giving away stuff in preparation for moving, I know I will find surprises along the way. Questions arise from this kind of endeavor:
Q: What was I thinking, keeping that?
Q: Who would want this, and who can I send it to?
Q: How many of the same picture do I need anyway?
Today I threw away my hair! Really. My mother did not cut my hair until I was five. She liked to play with it, like I was a doll, putting pieces of it bobby pins so it would become ringlets. I had two golden curls on the crown of my brown hair. Those two curls and the ringlets have been saved for 60 years!
Q: Why did we save my hair?
I have photographs of people I don't know, will never know, maybe I've heard a story about, but I don't recall.
Q: What would happen if I just put them in an envelope and mailed them to a random address? Pay attention in case you get some pictures of unknown people in the mail!
For a long time I have resisted saving things simply from sentimentality, and yet...here I am with more than my share. I don't just want things that remind of people or places. I want to be with the people and visit the places!
What are you hanging on to?
