The treasures of a lifetime

My in-laws are moving. Just across town, but it necessitates a huge amount of cleaning out, (being married to Jff, I am not surprised that MIL is a bit of a pack rat, albeit both of them in a lovable way). When we attend Sunday night dinners, lately there have been piles of stuff being offered to us. It is interesting to see treasures from a lifetime of collecting being put on the chopping block. (It also makes me itch to clean out the basement yet again to cull any possible extra junk from the house!)

Tonight as we were down in the basement playing with the 50 states puzzle (wood, states are different colors, and there are no guides for where each state goes-very fun!) and the Play Skool "Little Micro Explorer" I realized how much time the F family has passed in this house. It is sort of sad to think about how quickly time passes and that so much of that history can be tied to place. As we were sitting there talking about a desk the boys used to use, Jff said, "It is sort of sad to me that my kids will never be in this house. This is where I grew up." The house is an unsaveable part of his his life and unique history.

It is strange to think that there are parts of a house or a life that you cannot pack up in boxes or offer up to your kids. I even feel a little sad now about the move. Although I have only been hanging out at this house for about 3 1/2 years, I have had already a lot of important times here. It is hard to leave those places in your life behind.

So we will take the states puzzle and other various treasures to build our basement holdings with. Holding on to their attached history and possibly providing another generation with the opportunities to make their own memories with these things.