Clearing out the boxes of memorabilia in the attic has turned into a
two-day project.
Most of the boxes are from out kids’ high school and college
days, but one box hold papers and souvenirs from our courting and marriage
days. For example, from our first date--the program of the Boston Bruin’s game.
That was before the Bobby Orr days; the Boston Garden was pretty empty; it was
January and we witnessed the third game that the Bruins had won all year. We're keeping this one.
Then there are all the
kid’s boxes. OMG, what if we had had more than two? This project is labor
intensive. What if I toss an important letter, term paper or journal? I tell
myself that no one will know. After all, our daughter graduated from college twenty
years ago and she hasn’t looked for anything up there since the boxes landed up
there. It doesn’t appear that either of our children will be building a
presidential library of any kind, so I figure that the best I do will be good
enough.
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