Why do we keep this stuff? I would ask as the pack-rat burden grew with each move.
Because, Bonnie replied each time (translated: I said to).
Thirty days after her departure I now know what she knew – most of it meant something to someone.
So, as George said, step right up, come on in:
More than 70 greeting cards – birthdays, anniversaries, Valentine and the like, each dated with a note from her (looks like I missed a few along the way or the endearments didn’t make cut); Hundreds of snapshots – Polaroid to Nikon – and dozens of 8×10 and larger images, dated and identified; School papers, report cards (good and otherwise), craft projects spanning decades; Thirty-two pounds, literally, of costume and fine jewelry (some apparently never worn) tucked into two carrying bags; Frequently worn same filling standing chest; Seventeen tablecloths (one to match each pair of shoes?); Countless newspaper clippings, of course; CDs, from the Platters forward; Six well-worn Bibles, one with cash stuffed in it, another containing a folded scarf acquired on mission trip abroad; Home movies converted from Super 8 millimeter to DVD (with perhaps the most precious keep of all, voices); Enough Christmas decorations to adorn acres in Kisatchie Forest.
A good portion of all the above now has new homes.
I told you so, she would note.
