I think I must be about 1 or 2 in this photo.
It was found during the process of cleaning out the house.
So, apparently, I was an early horseman after all.
Also, found Dad's old saddle which will come to live in the new house.
The old house is a very sad place right now. The men are in there tearing stuff up and making piles of things.
We've found uses for a number of things like some of the kitchen appliances and the furnaces and the air conditioner units. I've decided to keep and store most of the tables and wood furniture pieces. We're renting a large storage building not too far away.
Later, once I build a warehouse and office for us over here on the farm somewhere, I will move the stuff back.
So there is a large stack of stuff to throw away and a large stack of stuff we will keep for some unknown reason and a large stack of stuff that we will donate.
All in all, it is as melancholy a process as I've ever experienced. Almost like another death.
My brother is over there going through things as well. Every single item has some kind of memory and story and recalled experience for the two of us. If my son and daughter are there then some things have four different stories. Some things are mysterious and some things are easily remembered and everything is precious in its own way.
Dad had a collection of obituaries that he cut from the paper. I did not know that.
5 years ago
4 comments:
This must be so painful for you to watch the old place being torn down. It is like that finality of knowing that you can never go home again. I understand the need to keep things.
You look adorable on the horse. :)
What a cute little fella! And you don't look so bad either! LOL! I love your little hat and chaps. Sooo cute!
I know and understand the pain of what you are going through. That's great if you can donate some of the building materials to help others rebuild or to even build a home. In these times, a gift like that will be appreciated greatly.
Hoping you can make new memories with the things you have brought back from the house. That is what I am trying to do while keeping the old memories alive in my heart.
Thinking about you as you go through this rough time. It's incredibly hard on the heart. (((hugs))) my friend.
What a sweet little boy you were! Thanks for sharing the photo of you on a horse.
As for the process of sorting and picking, I can only imagine how hard this must be. Hang in there rick.
I understand how heart-wrenching this must be for you. How true that each item can have several different memories for so many.
You look great on a horse. Bet you still do! LOL
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