I can so relate to your tales...I have several unopened boxes in my garage. They're from a hastily orchestrated corporate move where the movers packed a 3-bdrm house in 6 hours, including bathroom waste baskets containing trash!
We hear lots of those stories, people who find original paintings or valuable items at a thrift store. Some of them I believe, some I think are just social media wannabes. I really think a lot of these things should be in a museum so everyone can enjoy them and not hidden way in some billionaires safe. But that is just me.I grew up with a hoarder parent, so I only keep things that I like to look at, stopped keeping things “just because it might be worth something someday” about 20 moves ago. Have donated lots, sent some old school memorabilia to the museum in my home town and religiously try to reduce my footprint so my kids won’t have to.
One of the best things my parents ever did was hold the long-talked-about (we are talking decades!) auction after they sold the farm and just a few weeks before my day had a heart attack and nearly died.
I’m a little confused by the story and it is a good one. But did he sell the tapes back to Nassau? Obviously not because stuff to be sold them for him. That’s a little unclear to me.
my ex's mom & his sister were true hoarders - not itty bitty hoarders, but true to the max hoarders. Couldn't walk thru a room w/out navigating thru the maze of magazines/newspapers piled at least waist-high. I was put in charge of MIL's house to sell it when she died - filled 3 of the largest dumpsters w/ stuff stuff stuff. Helped SIL clear up her stuff, many times. Then each time I'd try to visit, there would be more stuff - none of the types of things described in Bill's story - ie: she couldn't stand to be at home so she'd go shopping then never use/wear anything she bought. There were new earrings still in the cardboard pieces stuck to the bathroom counter w/ layers of hairspray... 4 bedrooms in the house but she couldn't sleep in beds piled w/ clothes, so slept on air mattresses. Those dumpsters I filled - partly due to a pile of trash in a huge garage unusable because of all the trash, & there were 17 air mattresses in the trash pile (eta a description as I went down thru the pile, finding these air mattresses used thru the YEARS!!), floor to ceiling, (I had to use a ladder to get to the top). The ex was to a degree, altho at the time of the divorce I had full possession of the house & everything in it, including the 'stuff' he hoarded (except for his personal clothing) & I am not a hoarder. I had a sale, as they're known in the business, the 3 D's: death, divorce or downsizing. I met 2 of the 3 'cause I was moving from a 'rather' large house, across country = major downsizing.
Will add a funny, tho. Before all this, there was a large moving box, saved for MANY years in the garage, before the divorce, filled w/ papers the husband wanted to keep from his college days. Cause he was so smart he knew they'd be a treasure, ya know... Anyway, that box stayed there for years. Got moved when we'd reorganize the garage, clean it, etc. Then one yr noticed bees. Many bees. Checked things out & they were going in & out of the box. Carefully tore away a few layers of that box. The bees had chewed that cardboard & made the most marvelous hive!!! Now I wanted to save it!!! hahahahaha!!!
Saying alllllllllll this to say make sure you're keeping things that aren't piled to the ceiling, or stuck to the bathroom counter w/ hairspray...hmmm.
My husband's company moved us twice; once from Long Island to NJ and once from NJ to, well, NJ. Both times they sent the movers to pack us up and ship us out. They put stickers on the boxes. The first time they were yellow. The second time they were fluorescent orange.
When we move a third and, so far, final time, we were moving boxes with both stickers that had never been opened. We had a conundrum; it had been about 10 years. We clearly didn't need anything in those boxes. Do we open them or just toss them? I said toss. My husband said open. So I walked away and he opened them. Most were things we did not need. Two had old photos in them. We kept those and tossed everything else.
Also, it's strange how movers pack. They don't have the authority to decide what goes to the new house and what gets tossed, so they wrap everything. I remember opening paper that had loose paper clips, a penny and a button. before our next move we will be renting a dumpster.
Love this story. As one who downsized significantly in order to ship the remains overseas, I can relate. I can also say that even though I tried to winnow down enough so I wouldn’t go broke shipping the stuff, I still found I have way too much; especially clothes and what has turned out to be just the wrong kind of “stuff”.
Such a cool story! Thanks for sharing!
I can so relate to your tales...I have several unopened boxes in my garage. They're from a hastily orchestrated corporate move where the movers packed a 3-bdrm house in 6 hours, including bathroom waste baskets containing trash!
Lol
We hear lots of those stories, people who find original paintings or valuable items at a thrift store. Some of them I believe, some I think are just social media wannabes. I really think a lot of these things should be in a museum so everyone can enjoy them and not hidden way in some billionaires safe. But that is just me.I grew up with a hoarder parent, so I only keep things that I like to look at, stopped keeping things “just because it might be worth something someday” about 20 moves ago. Have donated lots, sent some old school memorabilia to the museum in my home town and religiously try to reduce my footprint so my kids won’t have to.
One of the best things my parents ever did was hold the long-talked-about (we are talking decades!) auction after they sold the farm and just a few weeks before my day had a heart attack and nearly died.
I’m a little confused by the story and it is a good one. But did he sell the tapes back to Nassau? Obviously not because stuff to be sold them for him. That’s a little unclear to me.
I believe they were auctioned off. I’m sure he let NASA make digital copies. Don’t you love how spell check can mess with you!!!???
what a marvelous story!!!
my ex's mom & his sister were true hoarders - not itty bitty hoarders, but true to the max hoarders. Couldn't walk thru a room w/out navigating thru the maze of magazines/newspapers piled at least waist-high. I was put in charge of MIL's house to sell it when she died - filled 3 of the largest dumpsters w/ stuff stuff stuff. Helped SIL clear up her stuff, many times. Then each time I'd try to visit, there would be more stuff - none of the types of things described in Bill's story - ie: she couldn't stand to be at home so she'd go shopping then never use/wear anything she bought. There were new earrings still in the cardboard pieces stuck to the bathroom counter w/ layers of hairspray... 4 bedrooms in the house but she couldn't sleep in beds piled w/ clothes, so slept on air mattresses. Those dumpsters I filled - partly due to a pile of trash in a huge garage unusable because of all the trash, & there were 17 air mattresses in the trash pile (eta a description as I went down thru the pile, finding these air mattresses used thru the YEARS!!), floor to ceiling, (I had to use a ladder to get to the top). The ex was to a degree, altho at the time of the divorce I had full possession of the house & everything in it, including the 'stuff' he hoarded (except for his personal clothing) & I am not a hoarder. I had a sale, as they're known in the business, the 3 D's: death, divorce or downsizing. I met 2 of the 3 'cause I was moving from a 'rather' large house, across country = major downsizing.
Will add a funny, tho. Before all this, there was a large moving box, saved for MANY years in the garage, before the divorce, filled w/ papers the husband wanted to keep from his college days. Cause he was so smart he knew they'd be a treasure, ya know... Anyway, that box stayed there for years. Got moved when we'd reorganize the garage, clean it, etc. Then one yr noticed bees. Many bees. Checked things out & they were going in & out of the box. Carefully tore away a few layers of that box. The bees had chewed that cardboard & made the most marvelous hive!!! Now I wanted to save it!!! hahahahaha!!!
Saying alllllllllll this to say make sure you're keeping things that aren't piled to the ceiling, or stuck to the bathroom counter w/ hairspray...hmmm.
I hope this link works for something saved errr, left behind:
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I was using my phone otherwise I would have done a tiny link
My husband's company moved us twice; once from Long Island to NJ and once from NJ to, well, NJ. Both times they sent the movers to pack us up and ship us out. They put stickers on the boxes. The first time they were yellow. The second time they were fluorescent orange.
When we move a third and, so far, final time, we were moving boxes with both stickers that had never been opened. We had a conundrum; it had been about 10 years. We clearly didn't need anything in those boxes. Do we open them or just toss them? I said toss. My husband said open. So I walked away and he opened them. Most were things we did not need. Two had old photos in them. We kept those and tossed everything else.
Also, it's strange how movers pack. They don't have the authority to decide what goes to the new house and what gets tossed, so they wrap everything. I remember opening paper that had loose paper clips, a penny and a button. before our next move we will be renting a dumpster.
Love this story. As one who downsized significantly in order to ship the remains overseas, I can relate. I can also say that even though I tried to winnow down enough so I wouldn’t go broke shipping the stuff, I still found I have way too much; especially clothes and what has turned out to be just the wrong kind of “stuff”.