I’ve never thought of myself as a materialistic person, but I have been appalled at all the things I have accumulated in the course of a lifetime. Following an attack of Guillian Barre’, an auto immune disease of the extremities, and six weeks of hospitalization at Hot Springs, Ark., we realized I could no longer live alone, and I moved into a one-bedroom apartment at Baptist Village.
At first I took only the barest of necessities with me, but gradually, I added to my furnishings from my too-large-for-me home at Byng. Eventually, I came to realize that I needed to dispose of the furnishings for which I would never again have room.
My granddaughter, Dawna Michele, with her husband, Tom Reeves, and 17-month-old son, Paul Thomas, was visiting from Baltimore, Md., so that seemed a good place to start. I invited them as well as my adoptive daughter and son-in-law, Abby and Richard Barron, to help themselves to whatever they wanted. Next I contacted my sons, and their families: Tim and Loyce from Hot Springs, and Ralph and Darla from Madill and Ardmore. They came up and each took a truckload to their respective homes.
Since there was still a great deal of furnishings left, I called my two nieces, Cindy and Amy Krosp, Oklahoma City, who had spent six years of their childhood with us to see what they could use. They made a good-sized dent. Now my sons need to come again and we need to dump what is left. Perhaps there will be enough left for a yard sale. When the house is finally empty, there will remain the selling or renting of the dwelling itself, which I also dread.
Many years ago I started collecting music boxes. Eventually, I had two curio cabinets filled with every sort of music box imaginable. I also collected cobalt blue glass ornamentals. Nobody I know is the slightest bit interested in either of these collections. Somehow it seems a little sad that the accumulation of a lifetime is of little or no value to anyone except me. Some of the things have sentimental value only. For example, I have school yearbooks for all the years I taught at Byng. Maybe I’ll check with the librarian at the school.