Back in September, I wrote in my blog (read it here) that we had completed Stage One and Stage Two in preparation for our big move which was occur in October. I reported that our first stage required that we "Sort through professional papers, books, notebooks, teaching materials and memorabilia from the classroom and our professions." Once we had completed this task, which took a lot of doing, we then went on to Stage Two: Move the things we have left from the basement to a storage unit.
Today, we hired a couple of guys to move all those boxes that has been stored in a storage unit for the past four months to our home. These two very efficient, energetic guys seemed to move all these boxes from the storage unit, into a truck in no time at all. They then drove to our new home, unloaded the truck, carried all the boxes to the basement, patiently waited for me to determine which box would remain in the family room and which box would go to our crawl space that we are using as a storage area, and then they moved each box to its appropriate place. Youth is on their side. All of this took no time at all.
Just before the movers arrived, I snapped a photo of the new bookshelves we purchased to hold the books that were stored in the storage unit. Was I naive when I thought these shelves would hold all the books we kept? Yes, I think I was. Either that, or I was forgetful. I forgot I had all those books in the storage shed when I bought these shelves. Oops, somehow, I forgot that even though we got rid of nearly 1,000 books all told, we also kept quite a few. These books were in the storage shed. I wonder how I forgot that. Perhaps, it was wishful thinking. Today, my son asked where we had all these books before the move. My reply, "Mostly in boxes in the basement." Before the move, we got rid of old books that were outdated and that we not longer were interested in keeping. I think we will be culling once again.
Here is the view of boxes of books as they begin to arrive from storage.
I really don't think I can fit all the books from the boxes on these shelves. What do you think? This is a view of one end of the large family room in the basement. Jim's desk in one corner of the room. The bookshelves are by the desk.
This is another view of view of the opposite end of the family room. We have our television in this area. I am still trying to decide the best use of the space. I am also trying to put odds and ends in place. The couch and the old pink chair lived in our living room in the old house. They have been relegated to the basement in this house. The couch is still in excellent condition. I just didn't want it in my living room anymore. I will get this area decorated at some point, but in the meantime, it is the place where old furniture and odds and ends are being deposited. The old green footstools do not match anything. Old, and tattered, I decided to move them and will recover them soon I hope.
Here is another view of this room. It is large, very large. One end is Jim's study. That is his black recliner on the left of the photo and the bookshelves are on the other side. I am standing by his desk to take the photo.
At this angle, I am standing near the television looking toward Jim's desk. Yesterday, I nearly had all the boxes out of this room. Now, it is filled again.
The Stuff I Could Not Throw Away
After reading the above mentioned blog which was posted on September 29, 2012, I was struck by several things.
- I am amazed at how much stuff we have! I thought we had gotten rid of so much.
- I am looking through the same professional books and papers again! I thought I had done a good job of getting rid of stuff in September. I find I still cannot get rid of so many papers. I have no idea why. I've decided to save my professional books one more year. If I haven't used them in one year, I promised myself I will donate them.
- I am struck by how much emotional attachment I have to things. Somethings I just can't get rid of. I found pillow cases embroidered by my grandmother. They were turning yellow in a plastic container. I decided the time is now. Either I need to get rid of such things, or I should use them. I decided they actually matched the duvet covers in the bedroom that the grandchildren use. I will wash the pillowcases and put them on the twin beds in this room. They will add a special touch.
- I am also struck by how important my time in the classroom was to me. I just can't seem to part with cards from students, memorabilia that the students gave me, lesson plan books, unit designs, rubrics, and curriculum guides still hold a place in my heart. I know I will never use them again, but I can't throw them away. Do other retired teachers feel this way?
- Maybe I will have to hire a professional to help me get rid of all these papers.
At first, after I read the article, I decided I would not move the small table and chairs that my children used when they were growing up. It sat in the kitchen next to the larger kitchen table when they were children. It was the place where they sometimes ate their breakfast, lunch, or a snack. It was where they colored or played games. When the children were grown, the small table and chairs went to the basement where it stayed until there was a family gathering. Then, the chairs and table were toted upstairs for the grandchildren to use.
I love this photo of the table. Ok, really, I love the photo of Hannah using the table! I just found it. I would guess this was taken the day after a family Christmas party. Hannah is enjoying one of those great cupcakes we used to always have for the kids. Isn't she adorable? Can you see why I could not give the table away? It carries with it too many memories.
The photo below was snapped at a family Easter celebration. Mason, Gillian, Hannah, and Atticus are all seated around the kids' table. Julie, dressed in green, is leaning over the kitchen table. This is just a quick snapshot of a family celebration, but now, at this date in time, the photo captures a priceless memory of time gone by. I notice the blanket no longer carried around by one of the grandchildren that is draped on my chair. I notice Gillian is dressed in my apron and sitting on the pillow from my chair. I see the cute little parkas the grandchildren wore flung on the hooks by the door.
Mason and Gillian are teenagers.
They don't care about Easter baskets.
They would not fit in those chairs.
I have the stories.
I have the photos.
I kept the table.
It was in the last load delivered from the storage shed.
It was placed in the crawl space.
I just could not get rid of it.