What to do?

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In a library somewhere

The garage is half done in the purging.  The sewing room is surprisingly neat and ready to be used. 

Bit by bit, we discover treasures from decades in the past.   My husband found his lost collection comic books—not in mint condition.  My box of teaching instructions and directions from 1970s were there, written on a typewriter and then copied on a Xerox.  We found boxes and boxes of books.

Some were published in the Twentieth Century and many in the Ninetieth Nineteenth Century, books own by my Grandmother Peck.  She was a highly educated woman and her books reflected that.

The oldest book was published in 1862, first edition.  Very worn.

But that fact raises a big question:  What do I do with them?  I have kept them for over forty years, since her death.  The books are in fragile condition, the covers degrading and pulling away. All are well-used, with that musty smell old books have.

What do I do with this inheritance? 

Part of Grandma's gifts to me

Any suggestions?

It Is Time

These are not my boxes--can you imagine if?

Sorting through boxes leads to glimpses back to the past.  It still amazes me to see those glimpses and then to remember when they were important.

Teaching was my profession for two decades leaving me with boxes and boxes of that life stacked on sturdy shelves.  I can open my garage door and look at those boxes, see the labels, and think “Do I still have that?”, and then “Why do I still have that?”

We are contemplating moving—more just contemplating.  Kids are grown and gone.  Their belongings have moved with them, with a few exceptions.

With that, I know I must take a deep breath, gird the loins, and face down the lion, which are those boxes. 

It is time.