What to leave in...what to leave out

[Contrary1]

Going through some attic memories here. It's amazing what I have found up there.

The record player Mom and Dad gave me and my brother back in 1954. The doll house...it actually lit up. The toy store owner let my mom have a special deal on it one Christmas eve many years ago. Not in such great shape, as a pet bunny nibbled at its walls. Its twin is actually highlighted at the Indianapolis Children's Museum.

Holy Cow! My awards for being the champion speller in the 4th, 5th, and 6th grades!

I find newspapers from the assassination of John F. Kennedy. There are also holy cards, as I used to be Catholic. A very sad time for me, even though I hadn't even hit my teenage years.

And his brother Robert...I still have the campaign posters and buttons. And, a personal letter from Ted. I was older then. And so, I was more able to appreciate the loss of such a great man. To this day, I grieve for what might have been.

Love beads, a peace pendant...and what's that? A roach clip?

As I sort through these things I have saved, I cannot bring myself to let them go. They are such a part of what I am. I have told my children how much these things mean to me, and given them permission to do whatever with them after I'm gone.

And, as the rest of the song goes...I'm still running against the wind.

Be excellent to one another.

[Booster]

1. I know what you mean. I went through my own garage not too

long ago and it was like going to a neighbor's garage sale. I kept saying over and over to myself "damn, I've been looking for one of these". Needless to say I didn't really get rid of enough stuff to make any difference, but I had a good time as it sounds like you did too. Keep the stuff and let the kids deal with it.