As I settle in for the night, I wanted to share. My goal is not to be disrespectful to my Great Aunt, but to help others to see life is not about all the little "stuff" you collect, but the memories that you make. I remember as a kid seeing the black and white photographs that are stashed all over in nooks and crannies of this tiny apartment. I remember thinking when I was a kid that these people were old. My tiny Auntie, who stands about 4'8", was retired and grey when I visited 30 or so years ago. Looking at them again now in my 40's, it seems like the photos weren't that long ago at all. In fact, it seems that time has somehow cheated me.
Anyway, enough of the philosophical stuff. My last findings of the day include:
- 3 wooden cigar cases full of matches from every restaurant/hotel she ever visited, all neatly stacked in rows
- 1 case of octagon soap
- Ammo case with "stuff" I don't know what, it smelled BAD
The trips to the basement this evening were tough. One of the wheels on my cart blew out, so 'm working on three. I brought the summer heat wave from ATL, it is super hot. The heat must have made me delirious, as I was eyeing things that others had dumped down there! I would love some sweet tea to help cool off. I kept some tea bags, but you guessed it, I threw out all the sugar! Oh well, tomorrow I can pick up some of those sweet n' low packets in honor of Aunt Ida while I'm out in Manhattan. Going to the Empire State Building! Maybe I'll see King Kong :).
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