Attachment to inanimate objects

I guess we all wind up with to much stuff. We moved about 11 years ago and got rid of a lot then but it is hard to tell now we did. We are not getting any younger or healthier so the urge to move things along is stronger. I lean towards giving stuff away is anyone wants it.
 
What little "stuff" I have is still being used to fix, mow, cut something. The other 95% of the stuff in the house belongs to that other person who shares the house--90% of that stuff has never been used. And then there is the son's stuff . . .
 
Old computer stuff. Vintage computers, media, manuals etc. I guess I hang on to it because it was from back when this stuff was actually fun.

Not the guns, but a lot of unnecessary gun stuff. Reloading tools that don't get used, empty cartridge boxes that I justify keeping because I use them for my reloads.

And books. For some reason I can't throw away books.
 
I pity the poor soul that has to sort through my junk. Throwing something away is a last resort, and then only if it's broken beyond repair, which I'll never get around to. Simplest solution is when things get too crowded in one storeroom, add another storeroom. Who knows, someone might need a Dodge or Chevy distributer adjusted, and presto - problem solved. Just this morning I uncovered three Dearborn space heaters that I haven't used since the 70s.

My wife and I are not quite in that league.:)
 
Old computer stuff. Vintage computers, media, manuals etc. I guess I hang on to it because it was from back when this stuff was actually fun.

Not the guns, but a lot of unnecessary gun stuff. Reloading tools that don't get used, empty cartridge boxes that I justify keeping because I use them for my reloads.

And books. For some reason I can't throw away books.

Are you my long lost brother? Especially the books thing.:D
 
Not the guns, but a lot of unnecessary gun stuff. Reloading tools that don't get used, empty cartridge boxes that I justify keeping because I use them for my reloads.

You must have been looking around my basement.

My parents were Depression babies. I suspect it's the same for a lot of people here. I won't speak for anyone else, but I think there is a feeling that everything should be saved, because there might be a need for it someday and it might be impossible to acquire a replacement for one reason or another.

And for me, there is probably some vanity involved. I just took a look in my closet and found a full length black leather coat that I bought back before 1985. It's a size 42. I haven't seen size 42 in decades and I probably never will again at the rate I'm going. But it's still hanging in my closet.

I could probably go on all night about stuff I've been saving for one reason or another. I'm planning on sticking around for a long time but maybe I need to consider making it easier for whoever will have to deal with this stuff eventually.

The front closet is getting stuffed. Maybe seeing this thread will give me the impetus to clear it and the other closets out. There is a mission store over by Gettysburg that is glad to get good things to sell.
 
I worked with a who said" YOU ACCUMULATE FOR THE FIRST 50 YEARS YOU GET RID OF ITEMS THE NEXT 50 YEARS". I will soon be 1/2 way through the second 50 years and I have not been a success in divesting myself of much.
 
Built my house 47 years ago. Got married again 26 years later and had to combine two households . . . . move ? You gotta be kidding me. I shudder at the thought . . . gun collection, reloading equipment and supplies, tools (inherited my dad's as well as what I had accumulated - he did shop work all of his life) grew up in a time where we did our own car repair with everything that went with that - bicycles and toys the kids had that we saved for the grandkids for nostalgia's sake, still have my woodshop and all those tools, studio/sound equipment and instruments . . . . we worked hard but the Lord indulged me. He gave us plenty so we could share with others - I never forget where it came from. Now, at this age the inevitability of this journey impresses on me that none of the "stuff" is 'mine'; I just get to use it for a while. One day soon it will all 'belong' to someone else, and eventually wind up in a landfill or pile of rust and dust. At the end, I don't expect to be asked what I had . . . just what I did with it. Though we enjoy the 'inanimate physical stuff', what we dread losing or letting go of are the memories of the experiences and people associated with them. Especially those who have gone on before us. I have more family, friends, shooting, hunting and fishing buddies on the other side than I do here.
Some would say what we're talking about are 'first world problems' . . . maybe so . . . but in the scheme of things it's the same whether we have much or little. :cool:
 
When I met my wife 9 yrs ago she looked in garage asked why I had 5 motorcycles and all those ATV things????? When she first met my son who was in his early 20s at the time he told her “ dad is kinda like a hoarder but with really cool stuff”. I guess that fits. But I’m down to one bike, one ATV and one side by side.
 
My 87 year old mom keeps everything, and still buys more. She asked me once what I would do with her stuff if I outlive her. Told her I'd let the family get what they wanted, then rent a dumpster. Some of her stuff is high dollar, but people aren't into stuff like that these days. She has 3 massive grandfather clocks too.


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I just opened the front closet.

There are a half dozen down coats dating from the early ‘70’s with one from Holubar - the first climbing & light weight gear store in Colorado. I’ve lost enough weight in the last year to be able to fit 4.

Beside the down coats are three sheepskin coats. I never used them.

Then there are the various one layer coats from three Barbors to a couple of GoreTex.

I’m having trouble closing the closet door. I think I have to move some stuff to the guest room closet.
 
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I started taking a look into my front closet. I found some coats that I haven't worn in years and years and can't get into anyway. I found some coats that I can get into but I don't remember buying. Chances are they were my dad's from when he died eight years ago. They are wearable so I guess I'll keep those in honor of him.
 
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