I’m rearranging our laundry/storage room. It has taken on its organization in a haphazard manner over the years with only minor regard to functionality. It was more like- ah, there’s a space where I can stick this- and there it resides.
I’ve emptied all the large shelves out there (put the stuff in place of my car in the garage) and now am setting them up so that everything on them will be visible and reachable without having to dig or move things out to get at them. That’s the goal but it has been slow going so far. I’m finally at the point where I am making sliding shelves and start putting things back on the shelves.
The biggest thing I’ve done is to put in 2 folding doors in front of the shelves for a neater look out there.
But danger lurks in this task. I know it’s there and have tried my best to avoid it. All cannot be avoided. The danger is the temptation to look inside the boxes I’m moving and get hung up remembering and reminiscing with the items inside.
I had to look in boxes to determine what was in them and where they should end up. I tried to keep the review time to a minimum and I think I did OK. My biggest issue was a plastic garbage bag that held some of my stuff from high school and college. It had deteriorated to where it couldn’t contain the papers in them. I had to transfer everything to a couple of new boxes. That meant handling and seeing everything.
So the past couple of days I’ve travelled back in time and remembered some of what went on years ago.
In Karen’s boxes I found a folded poster labeled “TOP SECRET” and “don’t even try”. I opened it anyway and it is a kid’s bill of rights she filled out with all the rights she believed she should have. (being able to sleep in science class, talk about boys, stay out late, etc.. ) Another item was a note to us as parents asking us to consider granting certain privileges to her (phone in room, stay out late). It actually was a thoughtful approach to have the discussion. I just don’t remember her ever giving it too us. Finally there is a pencil box with these items in it. A wad of Charlie’s hair. Charlie was a horse at TLC. The hair was deteriorating. There was the last pooper scooper paper towel she used for Allie and a couple of pictures of Allie at 6 mos. Finally there is the drummer raisin from the California raisin set.
The Christy box I got a peek at had a paper hamburger box in it that has a dried seahorse, broken sand dollar and a small piece of coral in it. Of course there are a couple of large plastic horses. She too had a toy- a Muppet baby toy from a fast-food place still in its wrapper. (miss Piggy).
The plastic bag of my stuff had old newspapers with headlines of the moon landing and the Kennedy Assassination. There are special edition Life magazine about the assassination and a special section from TV-Guide showing “what we watched that weekend” – Nov 22-25 1963. There are some pins and pamphlets from the ‘64 New York Worlds Fair including a newspaper (New York Journal American) magazine World’s Fair Tour.
I also have a book cover from my high school American History class tallying the teachers use of the word “basically”. He used the word 798 times during that semester.
There is a note from my Dad saying “Get the scooter, but get a new one”. I obviously discussed my buying the Yamaha with him. I spent almost all of my summer work money buying the “scooter”.
Finally here are 2 pictures I found taken on Melbourne Beach in 1967. I don’t remember the name of the guy that had the camera.

one of my better expressions.

chatting with girls on the beach. The blonde was Mary, a high school girl who had a crush on me. I took a lot of razzing because of that. (and a lot of warnings about jail bait!)
I sure was skinny back then.