As anyone who has followed my blog would know I am now 78 and my husband is 80. In 2004 we had to make a big decision....whether to stay in this little old house of ours or try and find somewhere else to live. We are not retirement village type people in the true sense and why move to another house when we are happy in this one?
We took a big step and this was all part of a Five Year Plan (this was actually in mid 2004) and decided to stay here. 'Cos of my increasing problems with osteo arthritis we had to have our bathroom completely renovated and also needed a new smaller car.
How were we to do this? Had to take out a bank loan of course and unfortunately one of those where the interest compounds as we could not afford monthly repayments. The interest rates did go in our favour for a while although on the increase now.
Five and a half years later we have never regretted staying here...the bathroom is just wonderful and although the little Getz car is now over five and a half years old it has been well looked after and still runs like a new car and we find it ideal for our purpose.
Yesterday I brought up the fact that we should look another 5 years ahead. One never knows at any age how long one will survive but even at our advanced age you do have to look to the future, and hope you do have a future ahead of you.
This cottage (it is regarded as a cottage in today's housing terms) is about 50 years old but is still in pretty good nick. It is mainly the outside of the house that is a problem as I can do little outdoors any more and hubby, although willing, finds the heat rather a nuisance and just cannot do all that he once did. We have been fortunate in finding a wonderful young man who has been working tidying up our run-down garden and have had assistance in doing this for which we will be eternally grateful. We need to make our outside areas safer for me to walk and have a garden which is going to be almost care free apart from watering and occasional pruning. If we could only control those pesky weeds (if they were worth money they probably wouldn't grow at all).
Another big decision to be made.....do we endeavour to stay another 5 years in our home (we have been here since 1974) and perhaps hope we win Lotto (fat chance) when we could completely renovate or rebuild (dream on) or borrow some more money from the bank to have some essential work done? OR just put up with it the way it is and hope eventually we can do what needs doing bit by bit?
It is something perhaps we should talk to our family about but does it really concern them? They have their own interests and life to deal with. Of course, if we do take out a further loan from the bank, we lose even more equity in the house which would be a problem should we have to eventually move.
We both hope we can stay the distance in our home but...........and it is a big, big BUT.
I only wrote this particular post because I needed to put it all down in the hope that in doing so I would come up with a brilliant idea whilst doing so. Oh dear, no brilliance yet. More talk needed and some cooler weather too which would make it easier for both of us to think more clearly perhaps. When you get older the heat sort of stops you in your tracks both mentally and physically. Our aircon should be repaired tomorrow and that will help considerably with the hot week ahead.
You will have to forgive these meanderings as I know they are of little interest to others but I felt I had to get it off my chest.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
MEMORIES....OF A LIFELONG FRIEND
I sat quietly for some time yesterday remembering a friend of mine. Why? Because it was one year yesterday since she died, succumbing to a horrible cancer that took over her body and against which she seemed unable to fight.
This lady was a fighter but this was one battle she couldn't win. Perhaps she went about it the wrong way, as she often did with problems in her life, but, no matter what, she was lost to those that loved her.
My husband and I were so pleased to be part of a family get together at the hospital where she was on New Year's Day in 2009. Her 4 children (and two of their partners) and two other friends and their partners were all there. A lovely light meal was provided and we spent several hours going over Judy's lifetime which at times was very lighthearted and we had many good laughs talking about escapades she had got up to during her life. She certainly was quite a character.
I first met Judy in 1944 when I was 12 and was commencing at a new school. We were in the same class and at that time I certainly didn't like her one little bit. She was a bit of a devil and she and another Judy could cause quite a lot of disruption in the classroom. I, being a rather quiet child, found this wrong and so we definitely did not become friends at that time. Judy left that school at the end of 1944 as it had been suggsted to her parents that she may do better at another school. Enough said.
I am not quite sure how we eventually became friends but it may have been through our parents who I believe belonged to the same political party. All I know is we did become very good pals and when I was 18 I was bridesmaid at her wedding to her first husband.
They had a few problems themselves but when she was in her early 20s they reconciled and she went to live in Katanning, a country town in the wheatbelt about 180 miles south of Perth where I was still living.
I dearly wanted her to be matron of honour at my own wedding but she was heavily pregnant at the time and in those days one would not have been part of a bridal party in that 'condition'. I doubt anyone would find it a problem now.
She and her family would quite frequently come to stay with us and we with them and we always had a great time and our children all got on well together.
Her marriage ended and she moved back to Perth with her youngsters and once again we saw quite a lot of each other. My own marriage ended several years later but my friendship with Judy continued on and on.
Eventually she went to live in the country once again only this time only about 70 km from where we lived and, although we didn't see each other so frequently there were quite often lengthy telephone calls between the two of us and we would meet for lunch at different places.
She did remarry, a man many years older than herself, and I think they were happy for the few years they were together.
Judy could be a quite difficult person and had some strange ways and ideas (don't we all at times?) but I think she was so special to me because we understood each other very well and we had so many laughs together, often at each other's expense but with no hard feelings about it.
We would go to each other's homes and laugh at how we both were the sort of people that were constantly sorting through things in an effort to unclutter our lives, something we never really seemed to be able to do. This was always a source of great amusement to us both. I would sometimes ring her and ask what she was up to and she would reply "Oh, just sorting out some stuff I want to get rid of".
I think she was worse even than me 'cos she would take things to the op shop and often come home with more 'stuff'. I was wiser and would get my husband to take a car boot full of bits and pieces to the op shop in the knowledge that he would not bring anything back with him.
Judy and I may not have always seen eye to eye but I have never been sorry that she was part of my life for so many years (65 of them to be exact) and I do miss her so very much. I do remember all the good times we had. Sleep on Judy...all the pain has gone and you are hopefully at peace.
This lady was a fighter but this was one battle she couldn't win. Perhaps she went about it the wrong way, as she often did with problems in her life, but, no matter what, she was lost to those that loved her.
My husband and I were so pleased to be part of a family get together at the hospital where she was on New Year's Day in 2009. Her 4 children (and two of their partners) and two other friends and their partners were all there. A lovely light meal was provided and we spent several hours going over Judy's lifetime which at times was very lighthearted and we had many good laughs talking about escapades she had got up to during her life. She certainly was quite a character.
I first met Judy in 1944 when I was 12 and was commencing at a new school. We were in the same class and at that time I certainly didn't like her one little bit. She was a bit of a devil and she and another Judy could cause quite a lot of disruption in the classroom. I, being a rather quiet child, found this wrong and so we definitely did not become friends at that time. Judy left that school at the end of 1944 as it had been suggsted to her parents that she may do better at another school. Enough said.
I am not quite sure how we eventually became friends but it may have been through our parents who I believe belonged to the same political party. All I know is we did become very good pals and when I was 18 I was bridesmaid at her wedding to her first husband.
They had a few problems themselves but when she was in her early 20s they reconciled and she went to live in Katanning, a country town in the wheatbelt about 180 miles south of Perth where I was still living.
I dearly wanted her to be matron of honour at my own wedding but she was heavily pregnant at the time and in those days one would not have been part of a bridal party in that 'condition'. I doubt anyone would find it a problem now.
She and her family would quite frequently come to stay with us and we with them and we always had a great time and our children all got on well together.
Her marriage ended and she moved back to Perth with her youngsters and once again we saw quite a lot of each other. My own marriage ended several years later but my friendship with Judy continued on and on.
Eventually she went to live in the country once again only this time only about 70 km from where we lived and, although we didn't see each other so frequently there were quite often lengthy telephone calls between the two of us and we would meet for lunch at different places.
She did remarry, a man many years older than herself, and I think they were happy for the few years they were together.
Judy could be a quite difficult person and had some strange ways and ideas (don't we all at times?) but I think she was so special to me because we understood each other very well and we had so many laughs together, often at each other's expense but with no hard feelings about it.
We would go to each other's homes and laugh at how we both were the sort of people that were constantly sorting through things in an effort to unclutter our lives, something we never really seemed to be able to do. This was always a source of great amusement to us both. I would sometimes ring her and ask what she was up to and she would reply "Oh, just sorting out some stuff I want to get rid of".
I think she was worse even than me 'cos she would take things to the op shop and often come home with more 'stuff'. I was wiser and would get my husband to take a car boot full of bits and pieces to the op shop in the knowledge that he would not bring anything back with him.
Judy and I may not have always seen eye to eye but I have never been sorry that she was part of my life for so many years (65 of them to be exact) and I do miss her so very much. I do remember all the good times we had. Sleep on Judy...all the pain has gone and you are hopefully at peace.
MEMORIES ...... OF A LOVELY GENTLE LADY
112 years ago today, in 1898, Grace Elizabeth Harring was born. I have wonderful memories of her....she was my first mother-in-law. I actually knew her parents before I met her as our family were adjacent neighbours to them although she lived in the same street. We were at 524, her parents at 526 and she at 556.
I first met Grace in 1952 when I began dating her son. I didn't see her all that often as young people in those days didn't have their own cars and, by then, my family had moved further away so my boyfriend would ride his bike over nearly every night or weekend. When we went out we normally went by bus although on special occasions we did borrow his step-dad's car.
This dear lady had been widowed in 1940 when only 42 leaving her with an 18y.o. daughter and an 8y.o.son. Fortunately her daughter was working in an office but the son still had to be educated and the usual provisions were needed for a normal family life.
Grace had been trained as a dressmaker/tailoress so she took up that trade and worked from home to keep the 'wolf from the door'. She eventually met and married a fantastic man in 1946. He adored her and she him and my children (who had not known their true grandfather) loved him very much too, as did we all. He unfortunately died in 1970 leaving Grace once again on her own but this time well provided for. I think when Jim died part of her died as well.
Speaking of her prowess as a seamstress, she made my wedding gown and going away outfit when I married her son in 1953. My wedding outfit consisted of a strapless dress with a long-sleeved lace jacket. She made me laugh when she wanted to make the dress almost skin tight in case it fell down. I had quite a reasonable bust so there was no way that this could happen but, not having made strapless gowns before, I had trouble persuading her that all would be well. These clothes she made were beautiful and she even covered the tiny buttons that went all the way down the front of the lace jacket and also made a hat to be worn with the suit she had made me. While all this was going on she and I got to know each other extremely well.
13 years later her son and I separated and eventually divorced and one of the saddest things about that event was the fact that I didn't see many members of his family after that. Not having had grandparents, aunts, uncles or cousins in Australia it had been great for me to become part of a larger family and I admit I did miss them.
In later years I did get to see Grace again for which I was very thankful and we still got on as well as we had previously. I was very sad when she became too ill to live in her home and had to move into a nursing home. We saw much less of her then.
I often think back and realise how glad I am that she was once part of my life. An ordinary Australian lady but she was gentle and kind in her own way and I don't think I could have asked for a better mother-in-law.
Grace passed away in 1986 at the grand age of 88. Memories of her are still very vivid in my mind.
FOOTNOTE: My second mother-in-law lived in England so we never met but she and I used to correspond regularly and we too I think would have got on well had we been able to get to know each other better.
I first met Grace in 1952 when I began dating her son. I didn't see her all that often as young people in those days didn't have their own cars and, by then, my family had moved further away so my boyfriend would ride his bike over nearly every night or weekend. When we went out we normally went by bus although on special occasions we did borrow his step-dad's car.
This dear lady had been widowed in 1940 when only 42 leaving her with an 18y.o. daughter and an 8y.o.son. Fortunately her daughter was working in an office but the son still had to be educated and the usual provisions were needed for a normal family life.
Grace had been trained as a dressmaker/tailoress so she took up that trade and worked from home to keep the 'wolf from the door'. She eventually met and married a fantastic man in 1946. He adored her and she him and my children (who had not known their true grandfather) loved him very much too, as did we all. He unfortunately died in 1970 leaving Grace once again on her own but this time well provided for. I think when Jim died part of her died as well.
Speaking of her prowess as a seamstress, she made my wedding gown and going away outfit when I married her son in 1953. My wedding outfit consisted of a strapless dress with a long-sleeved lace jacket. She made me laugh when she wanted to make the dress almost skin tight in case it fell down. I had quite a reasonable bust so there was no way that this could happen but, not having made strapless gowns before, I had trouble persuading her that all would be well. These clothes she made were beautiful and she even covered the tiny buttons that went all the way down the front of the lace jacket and also made a hat to be worn with the suit she had made me. While all this was going on she and I got to know each other extremely well.
13 years later her son and I separated and eventually divorced and one of the saddest things about that event was the fact that I didn't see many members of his family after that. Not having had grandparents, aunts, uncles or cousins in Australia it had been great for me to become part of a larger family and I admit I did miss them.
In later years I did get to see Grace again for which I was very thankful and we still got on as well as we had previously. I was very sad when she became too ill to live in her home and had to move into a nursing home. We saw much less of her then.
I often think back and realise how glad I am that she was once part of my life. An ordinary Australian lady but she was gentle and kind in her own way and I don't think I could have asked for a better mother-in-law.
Grace passed away in 1986 at the grand age of 88. Memories of her are still very vivid in my mind.
FOOTNOTE: My second mother-in-law lived in England so we never met but she and I used to correspond regularly and we too I think would have got on well had we been able to get to know each other better.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
A WONDERFUL BIRTHDAY PARTY
Today our youngest great-granddaughter (I think of her as our little rosebud) had a party to celebrate her second birthday (her birthday was actually yesterday). Of course her mum and dad were there (in their really lovely new home) two aunts and a cousin, her grandparents and us (her g.g/parents).
Some time was spent with the birthday girl opening lots of presents ("the clothes I can look at later....lots of more exciting things than clothes" she seemed to say) and then we all sat down at a beautifully decorated long table and had fairy bread, crisps, little red sausages (I remember them from birthday parties years ago), chocolate crackles, some lovely iced cookies and cupcakes which were actually the birthday cake with one tiny cupcake with two candles, and those candles had to be blown out twice so photos could be taken. Then we of course had to sing Happy Birthday twice as well. It was all so well organised and enjoyable.
After all that there were more presents to open and although we were there for over two and half hours the guest of honour behaved extremely well all the time. She is such a credit to her parents and although she is surrounded by love all the time and given lovely gifts none of it seems to have spoilt her at all.
We all had a wonderful afternoon and it was so great to be included in this celebration as we seem to have missed out on quite a few family birthdays over the past year or so. We are so pleased that we were asked to attend this one and it is a day I shall remember for a long time to come.
I sometimes sort of hold my breath while watching this little child....she sort of seems so perfect in every way and is a wonder to behold. She has so much understanding for someone so young...they often say of children "that one has been here before" and I think that seems to be the case here. I hope I shall live long enough to at least see her grow up for a while yet.
Footnote: Whenever my grandchildren would have birthdays over the years their sisters/brothers also were given little gifts by me (to sort of spread the happiness aruond) and today I remembered I used to do that so gave our oldest g/granddaughter $5 to spend on herself. Thought it would be nice to carry the tradition on while I can. Next year I must try and remember to buy each of them a small gift on the other's birthday.
Some time was spent with the birthday girl opening lots of presents ("the clothes I can look at later....lots of more exciting things than clothes" she seemed to say) and then we all sat down at a beautifully decorated long table and had fairy bread, crisps, little red sausages (I remember them from birthday parties years ago), chocolate crackles, some lovely iced cookies and cupcakes which were actually the birthday cake with one tiny cupcake with two candles, and those candles had to be blown out twice so photos could be taken. Then we of course had to sing Happy Birthday twice as well. It was all so well organised and enjoyable.
After all that there were more presents to open and although we were there for over two and half hours the guest of honour behaved extremely well all the time. She is such a credit to her parents and although she is surrounded by love all the time and given lovely gifts none of it seems to have spoilt her at all.
We all had a wonderful afternoon and it was so great to be included in this celebration as we seem to have missed out on quite a few family birthdays over the past year or so. We are so pleased that we were asked to attend this one and it is a day I shall remember for a long time to come.
I sometimes sort of hold my breath while watching this little child....she sort of seems so perfect in every way and is a wonder to behold. She has so much understanding for someone so young...they often say of children "that one has been here before" and I think that seems to be the case here. I hope I shall live long enough to at least see her grow up for a while yet.
Footnote: Whenever my grandchildren would have birthdays over the years their sisters/brothers also were given little gifts by me (to sort of spread the happiness aruond) and today I remembered I used to do that so gave our oldest g/granddaughter $5 to spend on herself. Thought it would be nice to carry the tradition on while I can. Next year I must try and remember to buy each of them a small gift on the other's birthday.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
HOW WILL 2010 UNFOLD FOR US
Here we are nearly half way through February and so far no real mishaps so fingers crossed. Last year was quite eventful in many ways.
Firstly, I had my second hip replacement op (very successful it was too) in January and secondly hubby began using insulin to help his diabetes mid-way through the year....2 quite large events in the life of this ancient couple. It was also discovered he had an adenoma on one of his adrenal glands which in turn had been doing all sorts of strange things to his blood pressure. potassium level etc. New medication and lots less of other medications has turned all that around and all is going really well.
In December of course my other half turned 80 and he celebrated his birthday on 3 different occasions with family and friends which was great for all of us.
On the down side there were the deaths of various people known to us, some of whom were family (my closest friend, my niece's husband and a dear elderly uncle of mine). The others were relations of friends and every death holds so much sadness for those affected. There is little one can say or do to ease the pain but just being there is at least something and to let them know you care is so important.
I am still going to my exercise group held by our physiotherapist and we have so much fun, as well as exercises. We are all approaching or are over 80 with many health problems but we get on so well together and have lots of laughs. When one of the group doesn't turn up we all worry that all is well with them and are relieved when we see them again, hopefully the following week.
Hubby is enjoying his golf so much more as all the family on both sides clubbed together to buy him an electric golf buggy (no, not the big ones you sit in but one to replace that which he once had to pull along behind him). He feels less exhausted after a game and we are hoping it will keep him on the golf course for many years to come. I had once intended that we both play when he retired but unfortunately my arthritis has prevented that happening. So much for long term plans.
This month my eldest granddaughter and family moved into a home they are buying so it seems they will now be settled down for at least several years which is great and their little girl (our beautiful second great-granddaughter) will turn two tomorrow and we hope we will get to see them all soon.
So let the rest of 2010 unfold and hopefully bring with it good health, safety and happiness for everyone.
Firstly, I had my second hip replacement op (very successful it was too) in January and secondly hubby began using insulin to help his diabetes mid-way through the year....2 quite large events in the life of this ancient couple. It was also discovered he had an adenoma on one of his adrenal glands which in turn had been doing all sorts of strange things to his blood pressure. potassium level etc. New medication and lots less of other medications has turned all that around and all is going really well.
In December of course my other half turned 80 and he celebrated his birthday on 3 different occasions with family and friends which was great for all of us.
On the down side there were the deaths of various people known to us, some of whom were family (my closest friend, my niece's husband and a dear elderly uncle of mine). The others were relations of friends and every death holds so much sadness for those affected. There is little one can say or do to ease the pain but just being there is at least something and to let them know you care is so important.
I am still going to my exercise group held by our physiotherapist and we have so much fun, as well as exercises. We are all approaching or are over 80 with many health problems but we get on so well together and have lots of laughs. When one of the group doesn't turn up we all worry that all is well with them and are relieved when we see them again, hopefully the following week.
Hubby is enjoying his golf so much more as all the family on both sides clubbed together to buy him an electric golf buggy (no, not the big ones you sit in but one to replace that which he once had to pull along behind him). He feels less exhausted after a game and we are hoping it will keep him on the golf course for many years to come. I had once intended that we both play when he retired but unfortunately my arthritis has prevented that happening. So much for long term plans.
This month my eldest granddaughter and family moved into a home they are buying so it seems they will now be settled down for at least several years which is great and their little girl (our beautiful second great-granddaughter) will turn two tomorrow and we hope we will get to see them all soon.
So let the rest of 2010 unfold and hopefully bring with it good health, safety and happiness for everyone.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
ALWAYS TRY NEVER TO GIVE UP .. NO MATTER WHAT
No matter what disasters may overtake you try to never give up as there is always hope that things will improve. The story of the donkey in the well comes to mind.
One day an old donkey fell into a disused well. The farmer knew it would cost a lot of money to hire equipment to get the donkey out so he decided that as the donkey was very old the best thing would be just to fill the well with sand. He contacted several of his neighbours and asked if they could help him fill in this disused well as it could be dangeros. They gathered together with their shovels and began to fill the well with sand. After a while, to see how things were going, the farmer looked into the well and, his absolute amazement, there was the donkey standing on top of all the sand that had been shovelled into the well. He watched and found that as the sand landed on the donkey it shook it off and kept climbing on the pile of sand. After some time the donkey was at the top of the well and ambled off into a nearby field. Needless to say the neighbours were not at all happy when they realised what the farmer had intended to happen to the poor donkey.
The thing I am trying to get at is this: As things pile in on you just keep climbing until you get on top of them and you too can amble off and enjoy your life again.
There is an end to the story of the donkey......a few days later the farmer was in the field and the donkey bit him. The farmer developed blood poisoning and eventually died from it. There is a moral to be found there as well. Think about it. People often do get their just desserts.
One day an old donkey fell into a disused well. The farmer knew it would cost a lot of money to hire equipment to get the donkey out so he decided that as the donkey was very old the best thing would be just to fill the well with sand. He contacted several of his neighbours and asked if they could help him fill in this disused well as it could be dangeros. They gathered together with their shovels and began to fill the well with sand. After a while, to see how things were going, the farmer looked into the well and, his absolute amazement, there was the donkey standing on top of all the sand that had been shovelled into the well. He watched and found that as the sand landed on the donkey it shook it off and kept climbing on the pile of sand. After some time the donkey was at the top of the well and ambled off into a nearby field. Needless to say the neighbours were not at all happy when they realised what the farmer had intended to happen to the poor donkey.
The thing I am trying to get at is this: As things pile in on you just keep climbing until you get on top of them and you too can amble off and enjoy your life again.
There is an end to the story of the donkey......a few days later the farmer was in the field and the donkey bit him. The farmer developed blood poisoning and eventually died from it. There is a moral to be found there as well. Think about it. People often do get their just desserts.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
I AM NOT A MATERIAL PERSON
I have friends who value material goods and I now realise that I do not. There are certain items that mean a lot to me 'cos of who they once belonged to or who gave them to me but 'things' themselves are not important. I live a very simple life and am constantly trying to rid myself of surplus articles. I have recently passed on items to my daughter and granddaughters, things which were important to me and that I kept for many years but I felt the time had come for them to find new homes with younger folk.
I do keep some things for sentimental reasons like a brooch and a pack of cards my first boyfriend gave me approximately 62 years ago (poor chap died a year or two back) and also a brooch my adopted half-brother gave me probably 60 years ago (he also has passed on). There is a beautiful silver serviette ring complete with a cupid (or some such fanciful person) on it that my first mother-in-law gave me in about 1954. These things are tiny and don't take up much room and are not of great value but it's just nice to have them although we don't actually need to possess items to help us remember those that were near and dear to us as the memories of them are always there which keeps them very much alive.
I have a pair of china Siamese cats that I purchased for $1 each at Woolworths general store in Cottesloe back in about 1968 and they are always on my mantelpiece. Not worth anything but just very special to me...bought in a very happy time as I had married my second husband around that time and was also employed in a very good job. Nice things associated with good things and good times are great to have.
I also have my mother's MBE medal and the OBE that was her father's (sent to me from England after his death some years ago) and they are nice to have until they too may be passed on.
The time has come to just get 'stuff' out of the house so I don't have to constantly worry about it having to be dusted or cleaned. I will always keep those little things that are important but the rest can go and as soon as possible.
My adopted folks' home on their farm near Albany (Western Australia) was completely destroyed by fire some time before I was born in 1932 and subsequently I did not inherit any famiy heirlooms although I believe they did have some nice pieces. The only thing that did come through the fire unscathed was my dad's MBE medal (minus the ribbon and clasp of course) and that would have gone to my brother and I imagine one of his children or grandchildren would now have it. We have often wondered what those medals are made of as gold and silver melted completely in that fire.
Had this event not occured I perhaps would own some quite old things that would have sentimental attachments but as I do not then I will just keep the little things that are still important to me (I do have mum's wedding ring and other small items) and otherwise only anything that we need for day to day living.
I wonder if other people also feel they have no need of surplus items in their lives and if so, how do you go about trying to get rid of them? Your hints would be most helpful.
I do keep some things for sentimental reasons like a brooch and a pack of cards my first boyfriend gave me approximately 62 years ago (poor chap died a year or two back) and also a brooch my adopted half-brother gave me probably 60 years ago (he also has passed on). There is a beautiful silver serviette ring complete with a cupid (or some such fanciful person) on it that my first mother-in-law gave me in about 1954. These things are tiny and don't take up much room and are not of great value but it's just nice to have them although we don't actually need to possess items to help us remember those that were near and dear to us as the memories of them are always there which keeps them very much alive.
I have a pair of china Siamese cats that I purchased for $1 each at Woolworths general store in Cottesloe back in about 1968 and they are always on my mantelpiece. Not worth anything but just very special to me...bought in a very happy time as I had married my second husband around that time and was also employed in a very good job. Nice things associated with good things and good times are great to have.
I also have my mother's MBE medal and the OBE that was her father's (sent to me from England after his death some years ago) and they are nice to have until they too may be passed on.
The time has come to just get 'stuff' out of the house so I don't have to constantly worry about it having to be dusted or cleaned. I will always keep those little things that are important but the rest can go and as soon as possible.
My adopted folks' home on their farm near Albany (Western Australia) was completely destroyed by fire some time before I was born in 1932 and subsequently I did not inherit any famiy heirlooms although I believe they did have some nice pieces. The only thing that did come through the fire unscathed was my dad's MBE medal (minus the ribbon and clasp of course) and that would have gone to my brother and I imagine one of his children or grandchildren would now have it. We have often wondered what those medals are made of as gold and silver melted completely in that fire.
Had this event not occured I perhaps would own some quite old things that would have sentimental attachments but as I do not then I will just keep the little things that are still important to me (I do have mum's wedding ring and other small items) and otherwise only anything that we need for day to day living.
I wonder if other people also feel they have no need of surplus items in their lives and if so, how do you go about trying to get rid of them? Your hints would be most helpful.
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