In all homes, there are hidey-holes where the treasures of our lives reside. Mine have several homes, the most notable is under the eaves where boxes (plural) of photos and mementos lie in wait. Albums fill most of a bookcase beside my desk chronicling special events, trips and the growth of our family's history. What is not yet in the albums is under the eaves. And there is a lot of it.
Saturday was the perfect day for me to sort thru the mementos and see what should be kept and what should go. The pictures are wonderful reminders of happy times but do I really need ticket stubs and playbills? I don't think my decendents need quite that much detail of my everyday life!