tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33559037.post5193104362276616714..comments2023-10-20T04:45:50.849-05:00Comments on O Mighty Crisis: Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03227519811818290510noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33559037.post-5852279662419938282007-07-16T11:46:00.000-05:002007-07-16T11:46:00.000-05:00Hey! When can I get a crack at your mom's balalai...Hey! When can I get a crack at your mom's balalaika?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33559037.post-77570485030856194792007-07-12T12:17:00.000-05:002007-07-12T12:17:00.000-05:00I am already trying to simplify my life. Anything ...I am already trying to simplify my life. Anything I don't use, I throw out or it's rummaged or it's taken to Goodwill/Salvation Army. <BR/><BR/>Only thing is, I have a hard time trying to shrink my closet. If I manage to donate some, I end up replacing them. (Shopping.)<BR/><BR/>The furniture you acquired look really sharp, though. :)Sharihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14743533586969447238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33559037.post-40565866759285295672007-07-12T07:33:00.000-05:002007-07-12T07:33:00.000-05:00I love the music bureau and the clawfoot table. If...I love the music bureau and the clawfoot table. If ever you get sick of them, let me know.Jazzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14644896022880634803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33559037.post-7609715351041296492007-07-12T06:05:00.000-05:002007-07-12T06:05:00.000-05:00back to ask is the groom playing 'fly high duluth'...back to ask is the groom playing 'fly high duluth' on that little madolin thingee? or a song about having a song in your heart and a big ass bug in your ear?urban-urchinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18001320142893492171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33559037.post-78191552145022393772007-07-11T21:53:00.000-05:002007-07-11T21:53:00.000-05:00I have to admit that I like stuff and I really lik...I have to admit that I like stuff and I really like my grandparents' and great grandparents' stuff. It is net that we can connect to them in that way. I love antiques and I can see that you have some really nice pieces to enjoy and perhaps pass on to your own kids.Mother of Inventionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03797365678860039018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33559037.post-55105504371542571922007-07-11T12:27:00.000-05:002007-07-11T12:27:00.000-05:00I am not a hoarder - I actually take an obscene de...I am not a hoarder - I actually take an obscene delight in getting rid of stuff. When my grandmother died about 5 years ago, my mother and several sibs started going through her big house room by room trying to sort, distribute and get rid of years of accumulated carp. And yes, there was a display case packed w huithmmel figurines. Finally we threw up our hands and had an estate sale guy take over. I never want to do that to my own children.CShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12136201152682543365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33559037.post-87851654708754775522007-07-11T11:14:00.000-05:002007-07-11T11:14:00.000-05:00ah, balancing is most assuredly not delicate work ...ah, balancing is most assuredly not delicate work but it seems yo uhave acheived it well by holding onto things that really do matter and have significant family and shitoric value.<BR/><BR/>btw, you didn't tell ME about those excess wooden sppons! i NEED them. mine all broke and i haven't found new ones i like. ya know...a properly broken in wooden sppon is a good thing to have....and thsoe silk flowers well, we need the place to look bright inthe winter when nothign grows...and come one don't you want a few more hummels to have to dust and to worry about the kids knocking over?limehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17259558876349307173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33559037.post-77449815119669435732007-07-11T10:04:00.000-05:002007-07-11T10:04:00.000-05:00I can feel the memories in each piece... amay they...I can feel the memories in each piece... amay they be passed on to your children's children...Pendullumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11833881250780345533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33559037.post-66958324788768878552007-07-11T10:03:00.000-05:002007-07-11T10:03:00.000-05:00The old family pieces are awesome. But yeah, toss ...The old family pieces are awesome. But yeah, toss the fake florals. LOLEmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14063254538593495040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33559037.post-10670022240742878962007-07-11T08:07:00.000-05:002007-07-11T08:07:00.000-05:00I love that you have these old family pieces. and...I love that you have these old family pieces. and I love that they connect you to you past.<BR/><BR/>what a beautiful post!franniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05563502061531199609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33559037.post-5544128016236469272007-07-10T23:10:00.000-05:002007-07-10T23:10:00.000-05:00I'm going to take your word for it that you did al...I'm going to take your word for it that you did all that work. I have no desire to smell your armpits.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02737980462115396236noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33559037.post-63906837565066952102007-07-10T22:41:00.000-05:002007-07-10T22:41:00.000-05:00the antiques are beautiful. that's a little diffe...the antiques are beautiful. that's a little different than mom's collection of Jon and Ponch from Chips glasses that she's been 'saving' for you because you made her buy them in the first place (actually in my case my mother is always trying to pass off towels to me- to the point now that when she mails a gift for the kids she 'wraps it for safe keeping' in an old towel. sighurban-urchinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18001320142893492171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33559037.post-60294998281241082112007-07-10T21:43:00.000-05:002007-07-10T21:43:00.000-05:00We move every two years. I hoard nothing.What an a...We move every two years. I hoard nothing.<BR/><BR/>What an amazing piece of history you have.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33559037.post-16047980892945393772007-07-10T20:37:00.000-05:002007-07-10T20:37:00.000-05:00My mother was beyond a horder. She was a flat out...My mother was beyond a horder. She was a flat out pack rat. Every day in so many ways I resist becoming her, but more than any in the collecting of things unnecessary. At times it's hard to let go, but in the end, I don't miss much and feel liberated after the purge. I still have way more crap than is prudent for an aging spinster, but I resist... Oh, how I resist. <BR/><BR/>Welcome back home to you and your new/old belongings.Fresh Hellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05433690465518397066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33559037.post-55668773228879489482007-07-10T20:14:00.000-05:002007-07-10T20:14:00.000-05:00However did you persevere to continue the purging ...However did you persevere to continue the purging upon your arrival home? Oh, how I envy you.<BR/><BR/>Since your visit, I have been working on my own version of downsizing and boy oh boy, has it been a slow and steady process. I have, on more than one ocassion, stolen your assessment of your sister and told others that I have an issue with paper. The current stacks of paper that litter my living room prove it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33559037.post-69639297688507230992007-07-10T17:46:00.000-05:002007-07-10T17:46:00.000-05:00I so agree with you about the pleasure of having f...I so agree with you about the pleasure of having family treasures around you. I love that I can serve Thanksgiving dinner on the same china my Grandma used to serve her family. And that I put my socks away in the same dresser my grandpa put his in. <BR/>But when I look at B's stack of 15 year old water skiing magazines, the ones he has never looked at since I've known him, but clutches his heart over when I suggest tossing them out, I want to scream. Actually I do scream. <BR/>V.Voyagerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02116163756128298793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33559037.post-76665894780430296572007-07-10T16:36:00.000-05:002007-07-10T16:36:00.000-05:00Looks like you came home with some beautiful furni...Looks like you came home with some beautiful furniture. I have my great-greatgrandmother's sewing machine and cabinet. Her sewing notions are still in the little drawers. I don't have a clue how to use a treadle machine, but I like having it. It makes me feel connected to the past.Jillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16927671598473871081noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33559037.post-8808827760296633552007-07-10T15:43:00.000-05:002007-07-10T15:43:00.000-05:00About 5 years ago my parents sold prety much every...About 5 years ago my parents sold prety much everything and now live full time in an RV. I'm thinking we should do the same thing to get rid of all our junk. <BR/><BR/>Um...can I have those spoons??Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33559037.post-31966929031848193072007-07-10T14:34:00.000-05:002007-07-10T14:34:00.000-05:00that chest is really cool. are there any doubloons...that chest is really cool. are there any doubloons in it?<BR/><BR/>arrrr?furiousBallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11158133736035219163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33559037.post-9175104493876742872007-07-10T14:33:00.000-05:002007-07-10T14:33:00.000-05:00My honey and I tend to be rather utilitarian about...My honey and I tend to be rather utilitarian about hanging onto things.Having to pack up and move every three years with the military encourages practicality in these matters. Helping my mom sort her piles periodically has also encouraged evaluation of what we choose to keep. <BR/>One of the most puzzling things to me was mom's PILES of magazine articles and recipes, so many you couldn't sort them, NONE of them referred to again or the recipe used and yet saved for decades!<BR/>What is THAT about??Logophilehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05791617221187190709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33559037.post-64407522002149127072007-07-10T12:29:00.000-05:002007-07-10T12:29:00.000-05:00Beautiful post, full of striking chords that echo ...Beautiful post, full of striking chords that echo my life. Probably all our lives.<BR/><BR/>The thing with mere 'things' is that no matter how much we try to convince ourselves otherwise, we do need them. Want them. Hoard them. Miss them.<BR/><BR/>The emotion and history that are intertwined in objects is incredible and I have been known to get teary in charity and junk shops when I look at old stuff - old, battered stuff. Well-loved with a history, yet forgotten and thrown out for whatever reason. I always wonder how an object ends up in a sad dreary destination; who loved them , when, where, for how long, why did they stop, did they stop......and so it goes on.<BR/><BR/>And then I realise I probably need to stop hanging around in junk shops.Naughtyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09399387740807177079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33559037.post-35049492286115401582007-07-10T11:50:00.000-05:002007-07-10T11:50:00.000-05:00It gave good hand?I'm so using that line.It gave good hand?<BR/><BR/>I'm so using that line.robkroesehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14731849693307953813noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33559037.post-15412157890077435722007-07-10T10:16:00.000-05:002007-07-10T10:16:00.000-05:00This post is really inspiring me to go sort stuff,...This post is really inspiring me to go sort stuff, but I'm in far too good of a mood to do it at the moment. I need to be truly irritated to effectively get rid of my "stuff".<BR/><BR/>Excellent job, btw!velvethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14809107667582647222noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33559037.post-72730564463319424472007-07-10T10:11:00.000-05:002007-07-10T10:11:00.000-05:00Get rid of the wooden spoons...Actually I'm in the...Get rid of the wooden spoons...<BR/><BR/>Actually I'm in the throes of purging myself. Books. Tons of books... and it's all a nerve wracking effort. I can get rid of anything without a qualm, but giving away my books freaks me right out.Jazzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14644896022880634803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33559037.post-78874792340153180522007-07-10T08:46:00.000-05:002007-07-10T08:46:00.000-05:00I have no problem getting rid of the old. Poor Bil...I have no problem getting rid of the old. Poor Bill hates getting rid of anything.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com