As you may recall, we have a long-standing tradition here at casa McD-Harper called “Keep, Sell or Give Away”. This holiday season, I took precious time from tree-trimming and creche-arranging to put each chick in a headlock and not let go until he sat in judgment over his possessions. Today was Eliot’s turn.
As he was sorting through the ginormous pile of papers stuffed in his file drawers, he suddenly stopped and said, “Hey Mom, there’s something of yours here.”
“Awwww, ” I thought, secretly pleased that he had been sentimental enough to save something I had given him.
And then he handed it to me…
I used to have a basket that I collected things in. Unfortunately my children often had so many “things” that they didn’t really miss my collected items. I do like the note, though. I think it’s rather nice that he kept it!
Oh, I’m under no illusion that he kept it on PURPOSE!
I am a keeper. I keep everything. I learned from my Great Uncle (born 1898)… he kept everything. We ended up with every car he owned from 1920. We ended up with cannons, threshing machines, whale skeletons, horse drawn hearses, steam tractors, lions…tigers…& bears… and a house….built in the 1890’s…. Now one of the finest museums in Ohio…. I am a keeper.
So glad you and your instinct to keep things are here – you’ll be a healthy counterbalance to my instinct to chuck everything out!
Can I borrow that note? I need it tonight.
Judy, it’s yours.
Oh that is SO precious – just gorgeous X
I’m not sure we thought so at the time, Fi. That mess in the garage must have been pretty bad for me to take such drastic measures…
i witnessed your tradition once and it has stayed with me. I think of you every time I go to the cleaning mode. The best news of the week — Natasha released everything in her desk to trash over the break! Huge win!
That IS a huge win. Send her a congratulatory hug for me. We are deep in cleaning mode around here…details soon!
Hahahhaha, my dad would like to write that note to me now! Sigh….the garage is on my list, honestly. I’ll get to it as soon as I finish everything I am doing on the computer 🙂
Ha!I guess some things truly never change. Kind of comforting, actually…
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