Yep, there I am be-bopping-along as I take a week off from work. My plan is to go through my mother's belongings and household furnishings. I will save some, sell some, donate some, and trash the rest. Then I'll paint and clean. Piece of cake.
I didn't see the sign. I didn't know what I was getting into. The house is a disaster and I've only cleaned out half of the master bedroom. Two dressers with every drawer jammed full. A full closet. Boxes packed under the bed. I have found items that belonged to every member of the family -- my mother, my father, Gary (mom's second husband, both sets of grandparents, all my aunts and uncles and a few cousins. There are old bank statements, Christmas cards, birthday cards, old speeding tickets. My mother "saved" everything. Why? Why, mom? Old plastic keychains from the Goldstrike Casino aren't worth anything. Old batteries. Flashlights (over a dozen and none with batteries.) Old, beat-up Thomas Guide roadmaps.