Well, I've been informed by the hubby that he hates yard sales so I shall be on my own for this project. Big surprise, eh?
Dunno what ELSE he expected me to do with all that crap. Keep it, I guess. He has joined the voices in my head on more than one occasion, saying "aw, but it's cool to have that old stuff. It was part of their life."+
Sure, but where do we PUT it all?
See, he doesn't have any of that because his parents' house blew up in 1989. Yeah, I mean it actually EXPLODED. It was a gas line malfunction, I think. They were banged up but OK. He had already moved out, but you know when you're 22 you probably don't have all your stuff - you leave all of it at your parents' except what you need for daily life. So, kaboom, no more heirlooms, not even old family photos.
Consequently he has an almost obsessive interest in other people's old family photos. He'll cruise antique shops looking for them. Kind of weird IMO. I imagine our grandkids will one day look at all the framed b&w portraits hanging on our walls and think they're part of our family history, when really they're just some random folks whose photos ended up in the junk shop. Maybe I should put stickers on the back: Decoration only - nobody knows these people!