Big week at the Randall house, as we prepare for…THE YARD SALE. Our dining room is full of stuff & we’re starting the pricing. What a chore! It’s interesting to see what becomes
a “keeper” & what goes in the “I guess we really don’t need that after all” pile. We’ve been a family for over 20 years & each time we’ve moved (which is more than I’d care to admit) we’ve always thinned the herd.
Yet here we are with several boxes of stuff, piles of clothes & a bunch of this & thats. We opened a box in the attic & it had several keepsakes from my childhood in it, mostly stuff I took out of my parents’ house when they died.
In it was a set of bongos my dad picked up in the Philippines during WWII. It’s funny. I know I don’t use them anymore but there’s no way I can part with them. Any time I miss my dad I know I
can pull them out & have half a dozen great childhood memories from when we’d play them. It’s quite something how a simple object can inspire such vivid memories. It definitely makes the drudgery of sifting through
a house full of “I guess we really don’t need that after alls” worth it for one “keeper” like that.