Estate Sale- What a Lifetime Looks Like

Thanks Shuey for such a great post today.  You are a terrific host for Flat Ruthie and I know Real Ruthie needs to think about reducing accumulation!

Downsizing from  a three bedroom home to a rented single bedroom isn’t easy.  What to do with a lifetime’s accumulation of both necessary items and the treasures of many memories?  You keep what you have room for, give away items that will be enjoyed by relatives and friends, then . . . it’s time for “the sale.”  Many weeks of work in preparation: sorting, grouping, pricing and displaying; little time for reflection.  Finally you’re ready, the day arrives and the sale begins.

Joy and sadness all rolled into one event.  The pleasure of meeting new people and bargaining just for the fun of it.  Some shopping for things they need, others “picking” items undervalued for resale; all having a good time.  The joy of sharing memories of how each item was acquired explained to strangers happy to find a bargain that will now enrich their lives in some small or large way as their own collection of stories grow.  The sadness of parting with cherished treasures and moving on to another stage of life as age has it’s way.

Flat Ruthie takes a look at what a lifetime looks like after the big furniture is gone . . .

Glass, cups, serving ware and mugs . . .

Bowls, cutlery, plates, knives and kitchen items . . .

Brass, brass and more brass, such beauty . . .

Halloween:  what a fun time of the year . . .

Oh, but . . . Christmas is fun, meaningful and sooooo beautiful too, all at the same time . . .

Bedroom stuff – how did so much stuff ever get here . . .

A little music and a good book, or two, or . . . several hundred . . .

If you have a house you have to take care of it and that means tools; acquired one at a time . . .

More treasures, each with their own story like the trip of a life-time to Germany . . .

If you read books, you need lots of light (must have gotten confused between having light and having lightS) . . .

Once the sale is over then . . . nope, it’s not over.  Lots of leftovers still to be moved around.  Most to be donated to various area charities where they will be appreciated by others who won’t know the stories that could have gone along with them . . . stories lost . . . sad . . .

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