Hidden treasures


I’m in the process of cleaning my 100-year-old farmhouse with my parents so that they can move back in with me after a seven-year exile in the Big City. We’ve been working feverishly to clean the place up, even going so far as to rent a massive dumpster so we’d have some place to toss all the stuff that isn’t worth saving.

I’ve been planning to take photos throughout this week’s progress, but I’ve been so busy at work I hadn’t had a chance until today. I’m hoping to get some Instagram photos up later as soon as I get a little more done. The second level is nearly done.

My brother came out to help us move. Again, I didn’t get any photos because I was so busy doing other things. But I can Instagram the aftermath.

But as I’ve been sorting through things up in my office and my bedroom, I’ve discovered all sorts of old files and folders and cards and notebooks that I’d completely forgotten about. I found a scrapbook my old coworkers at WSU Libraries made for me on my last day of work there, now four years ago (how did that happen?). I found wedding invitations for people who’ve been married for years. I’ve found sweet cards from friends who are still in my life and cards from friends who have passed away. And it’s been really wonderful just having the time to sort through all of this stuff.

So touching. So neat to remember all the people who’ve been in my life and who are still a part of it.

I wish I had photos, but I don’t. I actually planned to post about something else today, but I found so many cool things in my old boxes, I just wanted to share.

Who knows what stories will come out of all this stuff someday? Sometimes old memories make the best stories.

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