Taking it apart

I'm physically and emotionally exhausted. As evidenced by my tears, two (2!) cold sores and raw heart. Just completed the 2nd round ( two 9 hour days) of clean out of my parents’ home. Some things we ran across were so tender and full of love. Letters from mom and dad to each other in the 40’s. Love notes from flowers sent when Dad was away. Letters from a father to a daughter or from a grandmother to a 10 year old girl. They saved everything. Kept every talk, handouts from meetings, tons of stuff they had learned or were interested in over 90+ years. Such darling and handsome people in their early years. It was a little bit freeing to toss so much stuff that had accumulated, yet also felt a bit betraying to toss stuff that embodied the person – lessons, talks, book reviews, church notes, recipes, high school and college notes, teaching class notes. We came across so many items that triggered a memory of earlier family times, or an amazement of something we did not even know (like Dad had been invited to do something for the United Nations! Mom was the freshman secretary at BYU) That he bought his home for $12000 and he made a $7600 down payment!
The home is one deep layer cleaned out – nothing in the kitchen cabinets, all files and drawers and closets empty, furniture spoken for, treasures divided up and packed for transport. Here are the items Dad used to teach himself Russian in the 50's - 60's!

I learned that it is not just about the ‘stuff’ and who gets it. It is an opportunity to nurture and preserve relationships.
I just hope my heart can heal soon from the wide open rawness and tender feelings. Thanks for the memories, Jim and Jennie Carlson.

The cleanout has begun

and here is what I have learned about my parents:
My dad had a comb in every coat pocket and in his tennis bag. He had a lot of coats. Apparently he always had nice hair.
He must have purchased many new handkerchiefs every year - we found SO many in his drawers.
Growing up in the Depression causes you to keep everything that might come in use someday, even if you replaced it with newer and better stuff. Especially if you had a cranny to store it.
Holding on to something simple like a GI issue Gillette razor and boxed blades since 1943 makes it turn into something really old and amazing to look at.
He wrote Mom some very sweet love notes. And she kept them.

My mom wrote out every talk and lesson she gave, word for word. And they were full of good thoughts and lessons.
My mom read and reviewed many books over 50 years for her book club, as evidence by pages and pages of review lecture notes. A bit different than how my book group does things.

My mom was continually learning. There were so many articles clipped out of magazines, good thoughts, notes from lessons, and recipes in every possible form in every possible spot. She loved to cook and think about trying new things. She made a lot (a LOT) of mints and chocolates for many many people - keeping logs of who and how many for each year since the 1970's.

seeing all these old items takes me back to a time long ago when I was a little girl and looking at cool items in our house.

these figurines were so much a part of our growing up memories. Even the many times they were broken!

small world

The world is a very large place, with a lot of people in it. But we are all connected on various levels.
This morning i hopped a plane at the Provo airport bound for Denver.
A nice young girl sat next to me, but I was super tired and I slept a good part of the short flight. We started to talk as we were beginning the descent into Denver.
We talked about our reasons for flying - me to clean out my Dad's house, her to go to a wedding in Houston. I asked if she was a bridesmaid and found out she was the photographer, normally based in Provo. I mentioned that we had just had a wedding and Lindsey Orton had shot the photos.
This girl, Nicole Carmen, had grown up in the same ward as Lindsey and did not even know she was a photographer!
She mentioned she went to Timpview and I said so did my children.
I told her we lived in Indian hills. She asked if I knew the Shumways!
Megan was one of her best friends! I told her Shumways lived through our back yard!
She wondered if she knew any of my children, so we talked about names and ages. None were quite her age, but some sounded familiar.
We found out that her sister Cami Carmen was in the circle of Michelle's friends in high school.

Then she said Camille sounded really familiar and asked me if Camille has a friend, Claudia Slagowski. I said yes!
This girl, Nicole Carmen, was best friends with the little sister of Claudia, named Alicia.
Nicole Carmen, the photographer sitting next to me on the plane, remembers doing things with Camille and Claudia and EVEN coming to our house! She and Alicia were the little tag along sisters and thought Camille and Claudia were super cool.
She even remembered the blue bedroom that Camille had then, and said she loved our house.
She says she has not hung out or seen her first grade buddy for 18 years, but she remembers vividly coming with her to our house!

Small world indeed.

Our true characters

enough said.
We had some fun times.