I have had a particular bog standard swing-arm desk lamp since my college days. Currently it's for lighting my airbrush station, the station seeing heavy use recently because I'd like to finish anything before a model show this Saturday. Yesterday I heard a crash in the room, and came in to see the lamp fell over. The plastic clamp holding it up had failed in multiple locations. There was nothing to hold the lamp up, therefor nothing to light the station, and because of a heavy work schedule this week no time to get a replacement. The thing is, I'm a pack rat bordering on hoarder. And I remembered I had a replacement clamp and quickly I found it, still new in bag. Three decades ago it was something someone was going to throw away and I thought it might be useful someday. Who knew. I did, that's who. The moral is never throw anything away. Ever.
It’s a beautiful train ride no doubt but it was closed for awhile recently as erosion put the tracks out of commission. Long term Amtrak might need to move the rail line inland if it continues.
I was in an airport in Charleston, in 1982 when I saw this little kid, maybe 2 or 3, splayed out on the tile floor beside his folks, who were ignoring him. I thought at first he was throwing a tantrum, but he wasn't doing anything tantrumy. But it was hot that day, and it was hot in the terminal.
Yeah, my mom tried to tell me this. Before I threw away about 20 unopened boxes from her moved from CA to FL before she moved to CO. Yes, please, throw stuff away. Often.
My wife has some boxes of stuff that she never intends to open but will not get rid of. I have permission to throw them away if she dies first.
I've seen this pop up fairly often this month. Gives me a chuckle each time. It's heterochromia, not homophobia.
My wife and kid spent the last week in Williamsburg VA helping my in-laws pack for a move into a senior community. And she found this restaurant menu from when her grandfather was stationed in Alaska during WWII. He was an engineer working on tanks in cold weather conditions to be used in the event the US had to help with a German invasion of Russia. Anyway check out those prices.
Great old menu! Beautiful place, Williamsburg. Did they check out Colonial Williamsburg? My dad lived in Williamsburg until he passed some years ago. He too was an engineer who worked (later in his life) for a NASA contractor on space station stuff. *edit, sounds like more of a business trip so probably not, I would imagine. It's a fascinating place though, and always the first thing that comes to mind when I hear someone mention Williamsburg.
Yeah we always hit the colonial area at some point on our visits, it’s a great place to walk around. My wife grew up in Williamsburg and we’ve visited a ton so there’s not much novelty there anymore but still a cool place to hang out. My father-in-law spent his entire career teaching at William & Mary basically across the street from CW.
I remember when they first opened the Loch Ness Monster at Busch Gardens...1978! It was kind of a big deal at the time lol.
That is a real time-capsule! A jelly omelet is far out, but I do fancy ordering my coffee by the quart
My sister and I—and our unfortunate spouses—spent a week last year “helping” my parents clear out 47 years worth of accumulated detritus. I’m still shook. Throw EVERYTHING away.
On my wife’s recent mission she had to convince her mom NOT to throw certain mementos away. Including old family photos and the menu posted above.
My hope is to have all the shit neatly organized so it is easy to hand off. My mom is the “throw all the shit away” type, but she keeps re-buying all the shit she threw away. It is getting exhausting absorbing and dispensing all of her stuff.
Yeah—my trauma is entirely based on the fact that there was no time to separate the wheat from the chaff—a LOT of family history got tossed along with literal tons of accumulated crap because my Mom hoarded the former with the latter until it was too late to sort through it all. (My Dad put off the move until her nascent dementia and his own refusal to face reality until it was too late created an artificial crisis.) Over a year later I’m still struggling to forgive them. I grew up in the house and literally never knew what they had hidden from my sister, myself, and our extended family for decades. My sister and I are sworn to silence because our cousins would be crushed to know how much of our extended family history my parents had hidden from all of them. All because my mom hid it behind walls of floor-to-ceiling piles of useless shit.
When I left the USA I threw almost everything out - all that I kept is what fit in two medium-size suitcases. a carry-on and personal item. It's quite nice and, 6 months later, I don't miss anything I threw out (maybe except my Indiana Jones lego pieces).
My wife emigrated to the USA with two suitcases. The experience has shaped her relationship to stuff and helped me unlearn bad lessons I might have otherwise picked up from my family.
I used to be like that, but my ex got me to see the benefit. She was Marie Condo to me many years before I knew about Marie Condo, and that has really helped me de-clutter and organize (and not be afraid to donate/let go of something). Mom is thankful that somebody else did all the throwing away of stuff cause she kept stuff because "I might use it sometime." Yeah, like one time 3 years from now. What is kind of annoying is all the photos. They've been handed down from my grandparents (and some from their parents). Nice to have them, but I don't care that much about the photos as they don't really have anything relevant to history for me (mostly just a bunch of portrait-style pictures). One of the projects I have for myself is to get my mom to sort though all the pictures so she can have them when her memory goes.