AUTHOR: Marty, a.k.a. canape TITLE: Thank goodness I have my Sweet Pickles books back DATE: 8/14/2007 10:42:00 AM ----- BODY:
About 10 years ago, I attempted to clean out my bedroom at my parents' house. They were getting the house ready to sell so that they could move to California after living most of their lives in Mississippi. That is another story all together though.

I don't keep things. Not like my momma does. In fact, she has threatened not to pass down certain items to me because I might get tired of them and throw them away. She isn't wrong.

A box came yesterday. One of the mystery boxes from my former mother-in-law. It was huge and heavy, and probably cost her a small fortune to send it.

Guy and I opened it last night in the foyer, because it was too heavy to move into the living room.

There were two things that I'm really glad were sent. A satin bag full of my grandmother's handkerchiefs, and a necklace that belonged to my great great grandmother DeLoach.

I almost feel a little guilty because the rest of the stuff could have just stayed there. When she said she was sending a "small" box, I stupidly believed her.

I wonder though, if it was just a box that she chose, or if she went through the boxes and chose things to send.

There were my school annuals from 1980-1983. The fun there was reading the signatures and having Guy almost pass out when he was reminded that his first year of college was when I was in the fourth grade. That's always good for a laugh. Never gets old. Unlike Guy. Who is old now.

A small box within the enormous box contained my band awards. Yes, my high school band awards. I was that person who won the band awards. The John Philip Sousa band award, and two jazz band awards. I tried to throw these plaques away 10 years ago, but my momma wouldn't hear of it. She said I would want them one day. I'm still waiting on that day, and now find myself unable to toss them since they were just shipped across the country at someone else's expense.

Also back in my possession are dozens of pairs of gloves. Because every Southern woman needs gloves. They were also my grandmother's. Now I really hope Bird is a girl because the dress up possibilities have gotten quite good around here.

There were folders and folders of music that I've written. I suppose I should want to keep it, but since no one will be performing it, I don't really see the point. But again, it will probably just move to the attic and take up space with my band plaques.

My mother's violin was in the box. It was the violin she had when she was four. Somewhere I have an audio tape of her playing that violin, and it is far more entertaining and useful than the actual violin. Perhaps I can find a nice shelf to display it upon, and then curse when I have to dust it weekly.

I also got back a giant framed collage of pictures from high school. They were of me and Hope, me and Shelster, Shelster and random person, Shelster by herself, and then a bunch of people whose names I can't remember. There were none of Matthew, who is by all accounts the only person from high school who I wish that I hadn't lost touch with. Scattered amongst the pictures? More band memorabilia. Oh yeah.

There were children's books, more costume jewelry that belonged to my grandmothers, and the Jefferson cup that Salem College gave me when I went to interview for scholarships.

They are all things that marked milestones in my life, or that I once held dear. It was fun to look through the box and have the memories come flooding back. I don't even want to know what it cost her to ship it though, because most of it will be going in the trash or to Goodwill.

Most of it except my Olivia Newton John album. Get down with my bad self.

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----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:Anonymous Bananas DATE:Tuesday, August 14, 2007 at 2:13:00 PM EDT oh I have such a love/hate relationship with these boxes. My mom drops them off occasionally when she's "going through things". On one hand I love to look through the old stuff... remembering. On the other hand, I feel that I can't get rid of it, but I don't actually WANT it. sigh. ----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:Anonymous Whymommy DATE:Tuesday, August 14, 2007 at 2:29:00 PM EDT Oh, Canape. Keep the music. Keep the music. And keep the violin. For Little Bird. Because she will want to know her mother and grandmother's love of music -- when they were little like her.

What a box full of memories! ----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:Anonymous Redneck Mommy DATE:Tuesday, August 14, 2007 at 2:45:00 PM EDT I kicked all those old boxes to the curb when I moved to the sticks...who needs the reminders?

But I'd keep the yearbooks...just to poke fun at the hubs about how young and beautiful you are! ----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:Anonymous Jennifer DATE:Tuesday, August 14, 2007 at 3:06:00 PM EDT I think all of this stuff sounds like stuff you should keep, but I'm a terrible packrat, so taking my advice probably isn't wise.

But the music, you MUST keep.

I love looking through old boxes and reminiscing! ----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:Anonymous slouchy DATE:Tuesday, August 14, 2007 at 3:19:00 PM EDT Really? You and your hubs are nine (ten?) years apart? Cool...

Heh. I had that Olivia Newton John album.

And I agree with WhyMommy -- for God's sake, keep the violin. I think that's pretty special.

My mother never saved anything of mine. And sometimes it makes me really sad. I am so careful to save my boys' stuff... ----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:Anonymous Daisy DATE:Tuesday, August 14, 2007 at 5:57:00 PM EDT Is that a quarter or eight sized violin? They look great on the wall. My mom put my brother's first violin on her wall for "decoration." Visitors didn't always know that it was playable. ----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:Anonymous Mamma DATE:Tuesday, August 14, 2007 at 6:28:00 PM EDT Wait! I'm confused. The box was from your mom or your ex mother-in-law.

Am I just tired?

Whymommy is right. Keep the music for little bird. ----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:Anonymous Kathy's Surprise Party DATE:Tuesday, August 14, 2007 at 7:26:00 PM EDT I hear you on the age difference. We are 13 years apart and my favorite line is, "I'm sorry I missed your highschool graduation. I was in kindergarten." We laugh and laugh at that one. ----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:Anonymous moosh in indy. DATE:Tuesday, August 14, 2007 at 8:56:00 PM EDT I want to come to your house, your box is way cooler than mine, your box of stuff I mean. ----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:Anonymous Jessica DATE:Tuesday, August 14, 2007 at 8:58:00 PM EDT Did you really get your Sweet Pickles books back? Really? These books were such prized items to me... Oh my goodness!! I utterly adored those books when I was a child! I unfortunately sold all of my Sweet Pickles books to earn money to go to Scotland my Sophomore year of High School... It earned me the money, but man I wish I had held onto them for my kids! Maybe I can find them on EBay now :) I even had the Sweet Pickles School Bus, it was filled with neat activities and such... ahh the memories!! ----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:Anonymous Bitsy Parker DATE:Tuesday, August 14, 2007 at 11:27:00 PM EDT Have you ever been mellow? Have you ever tried?

SO bizarrely, I went to an ONJ concert with my MIL, of all people! The MIL is very cultured, high art, type o' person, and I am very ONJ.

Please mister please make me stop lovin' ONJ so much! Lucky dog, you've got the album back.

BTW, keep the cute violin. As Whymommy says, Bird will want that some day. ----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:Anonymous The Farm House Kids DATE:Wednesday, August 15, 2007 at 12:49:00 AM EDT Sounds like you had a good time with the memories. I'd keep the personal things that might be special to your little bird someday. I have to ask now, do you regret not seeing what was in the other two boxes that didn't get sent? I only ask because once in my life, I walked away and now I regret all the things that I didn't take with me ... but I took my kids and that's the main thing.

Tanya ----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:Anonymous Bubblewench DATE:Wednesday, August 15, 2007 at 7:12:00 AM EDT My mom has a bunch of them for me in her attic. The day after we got our house, she calls and says "When are you coming to get your boxes?"

I hope you keep that violin, and remember every time you dust it who held it and why. It's lovely.

I had that album too!

Have you thought about donating anything you don't want to the local nursing home? I take boxes of books over there every few months and they love that! Once we took a bunch of old board games. Maybe some of that old costume jewelry if you're not keeping it or whatever.... ----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:Anonymous katy DATE:Wednesday, August 15, 2007 at 8:10:00 AM EDT I have trouble throwing things away but I can do it. My husband can not throw anything away. He has so much junk we can never ever move because there is no packing up that much stuff.
I would keep the violin, it would look great on a wall and the dusting will only take 6 seconds. ----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:Anonymous Marty, a.k.a. canape DATE:Wednesday, August 15, 2007 at 1:11:00 PM EDT Tanya,

I don't regret it one bit. At least not yet, but I don't think I will.

What I have now is so much more than stuff. I'm completely happy and content.

Everyone,

Okay! I will keep the violin :) Thank you for shaking some sense into me. But Oliva is going. I'm sorry.

~canape ----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:Anonymous FENICLE DATE:Wednesday, August 15, 2007 at 5:57:00 PM EDT What's with you and boxes lately? Such memories...It's always hard for me to throw out stuff from my past - even if I know I have absolutely no use for it! ----- --------