Jess brought boxes today! Moving boxes, - once more into the breach, dear friends, as we garner visions of the simple life and rid outselves of all the extraneous stuff to which we give storage room.
I have lovely visions of simple, spare rooms, - cupboards with nicely spaced contents, - perhaps even ribbons around the towels in the linen closet if I get really inspired by Martha Stewart, although that might be a little counterproductive if we are striving to live the simple life.
We are moving back to town. Away, alas from our wonderful view of the valley, but closer to facilities, available for friends to drop in as they pass, a pretty little garden with just a soupcon of all the plants that live in our hillside jungle, and for each thing we give up there is something splendid to take its place.
So I am being very ruthless, - except for treasures and things of historical or genealogical interest, if you are just taking up storage space out you go to find a new home..... I am thinking of setting up a long table with things that have been precious to me and inviting children and grandchildren and even great grands to come and take their pick. I know the really little ones are fascinated with music boxes or merry-go-rounds.
Same with books, - but oh, it is harder with books. How does one pass on an old friend! Will my bookcase be barren without Penmarric or Louis Bromfield's Malibar Farm? Well, perhaps I can be a little more discriminate when it comes to books.
I opened two suitcases in the walk in closet today. They came with us on our last move and have lain dormant since then, - one contained old, old, ancient music, and the other was full of cards we had received for anniversaries, birthdays, Mothers' day and Fathers' day and Christmas!!!! You can imagine, - I knew I had a box of these cards, but the suitcase was a surprise!
We will keep the letters that Charles and I wrote back and forth during the war, for sentimental reasons. And pictures. But gone are the extra dinner plates and gravy boats and the remnants of a half a dozen sets of cutlery and the white gloves from bygone days! And at least some of the pretty china tea cups.
And I haven't mentioned yet the travel trailer that is full of weaving supplies - cottons and silks and linens and wool and heddles and shuttles and ball winders and umbrella swifts, books and magazines and looms and spinning wheels and spindles. We gather so much in a lifetime....sometimes Charles and I remark on the time when there was just us, his uniforms, my trousseau clothes, some wedding presents and a great deal of love and determination.
Wish me luck as I dive into this desperate task, so that I don't linger too long in memories.
And while you're at it, remember Charles in your prayers, - you ought to see the accumulation of tool treasures in the garage and workshop!!!!!!
I am thankful for family that will help us for the next few weeks... You hear me family???? Come for a keepsake and a hug.....