Jones has been wanting to clean the attic for the longest time. “It’s a fire hazard,” he said. “It gets really hot up there and there’s too much stuff. We’ve got to get rid of some of it.”
I agreed. We did need to clean the attic. We did need to get rid of some stuff. However, my to do list was a mile long, so cleaning the attic was not a priority. He and Jack talked about it and the next thing I knew, they were clomping around up there and hauling down all kinds of stuff. I just left them to it.
A few hours later, when I paused in my activities, I thought I’d take a peek in the garage to see what was what. The garage floor was littered with boxes, old electrical equipment, clothing and gasp, toys! I rushed out there to reclaim an Easy Bake Oven from the trash bin. “You are not throwing this away!”
“Darcy,” he said. “It’s been in the attic for years. Nobody plays with that thing. Get rid of it.”
“No. I’m saving it for Lovie and Rosie!” I carried it to safety. Jack just shook his head.
I poked around a bit more and found so many things – things that brought back poignant memories, memories from when we were young. Young parents with a young family. Each child had left his or her mark. There were gowns and trophies from Jenna’s participation in a junior beauty pageant; high school paraphernalia, the sign she had on her college dorm room’s door, her Easy Bake Oven, and more. Jack had a box of books, records, cds, pictures from summer athletic camps, the bike we bought for him like the one he saw on ET: The Extraterrestrial, basketball trophies, and more. Jay, being the youngest and last at home, probably had the most stuff. The back pack he wore on his trip to Europe, soccer bags, balls, trophies, tennis rackets, table tennis rackets, paraphernalia from high school and college, old clothing and more.
Our attic is full of stuff — Christmas decorations and ornaments, Thanksgiving decorations, part of an old bunk bed, Lovie’s Barbie bed (we get this out of the attic and she sleeps in it when she comes to visit), Rosie’s port-a-crib, and more. The attic is full of things that represent the different stages of our lives – our rich, very full, well lived and well-loved lives. I will admit I shed some heartfelt tears.
Jones cradled me tenderly in his arms. “We can’t keep it all,” he said gently. “These are my memories, too. I cherish these things just like you do, but we can’t keep all this stuff.” I wiped my eyes and nodded. “You’re right. We can’t keep it all, but please, don’t throw away this!” I rescued a scruffy, floppy-eared stuffed dog and went back into the house. I know we have to let much of it go, but I just can’t watch.
Cleaning attic: Sweet memories. Heartfelt tears.
So, that’s my Six Words Saturday story today. We are finishing up the attic. What’s yours? I loved to hear about it but keep it brief. Since you can only use six, every word counts. And, when you’re done here, go see Cate at Show My Face. She’s always got some great six words Saturday stories going on over there.
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