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Carol Perkins: Sentimental Journey

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By Carol Perkins

In cleaning out my mother's house, I went on a Sentimental Journey.

Don't we all have things that are only treasures to us? My taps shoes from the 50s, letters from people I met at 4-H camp whose names I had forgotten, and stripes from my cheer uniform that was turned back to the school were among the few.

I found a letter Guy had written to my parents when he was in the Navy.

"Why would I have written them?" he said. Probably to butter them up!

Setting aside a lifetime of "stuff" is daunting. Guy's idea on the subject is to get a dumpster and throw it all away.

"Not before going through it!" I said.


"If it's been upstairs for that many years, there is likely nothing you want to keep."

He is mistaken.

My dad's black dress shoes, still in the original shoebox, brought back a special memory. I can't throw them away. He passed in 1977, so they are vintage now. When he went somewhere special, he'd spread a newspaper on the kitchen table and bring out the shoe polish and brushes in the kitchen cabinet. It was the liquid kind that stained anything it touched and smelled like formaldehyde. After the polish dried, he put his hand in each shoe, holding it to the light, and buffed it until it glistened.

Another treasure was a sack of cotton gloves from the 1950s. When I was a teen, I wore a pink checked dress for Easter (store-bought), so naturally, I had a pink straw hat and pink gloves to match. I found both the hat and gloves, but not the dress.

I also found questionable items that I wondered why my mother kept, like empty Kleenex boxes, newspapers, and magazines dating back to the 1950s, especially Reader's Digest. Is there a market for 1950s Life and Look magazines?

Among the stacks were items of clothing that I don't want to toss; dresses she wore when she was a young woman, along with her hats, gloves, and a garter belt from the 1940s. What will I do with these?

Store them so one day my children will say, "Why did she keep those?"


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