Read Shelby Warner's column in the October 25 edition of the Norwood Transcript and Bulletin.
So, here’s my story. I am sentimental. I keep things. My closets, drawers, and cellar shelves are filled with stuff I can’t part with. What kind of stuff you may ask??
So, here’s my story. I am sentimental. I keep things. My closets, drawers, and cellar shelves are filled with stuff I can’t part with. What kind of stuff you may ask??
Well,
I have the dresses I wore to the weddings of my four children. They don’t fit any more, they’re out of
style, I will never wear them again, but when I try to put them in the donation
bag, I just can’t. I also have every
greeting card ever given me by my children and a few that amused me from
friends. My grandmother kept all her
cards, too, but was smart enough to neatly organize them in scrapbooks. Then there are the four bins of piano music,
two bins of fabric which are for the quilts I intend to make someday and have
intended for the last 20 years. Oh, yes
there is one bin, about 8 small containers, and 3 scrapbooks of baseball cards
I once collected. Are you getting the
picture?? I have the blouse I wore on my
first date with my husband which he especially liked and a cummerbund that once
fit around my waist and now I might be able to wear around my thigh.