Junk in the Trunk

For my birthday several years ago, I asked my aunt if I could look through two wooden trunks she owns. I knew my grandma’s keepsakes were in them, but I had never seen what was inside. A few other family members came over to my aunt’s house that day. The trunks were in a spare bedroom. People hung out in the kitchen or living room when they wanted, and came into the bedroom at intervals to see what was being unearthed.  

Some of the treasures:  

– a wool shawl with a note pinned to it, saying it belonged to my great-great-grandparents in 1872, the year those relatives sailed to America

– an antique curling iron. It looks like a modern curling iron, only thinner and with a wooden handle. And of course, no cord or plug.  

– crafts my grandma and other family members made: needlepoint pillow covers, crocheted afghans, latch hook rugs, wood burned pictures

– Easter eggs I had decorated decades earlier. I had no idea that hard boiled eggs, if left alone, dry out and can be preserved! The innards sounded like they’d dried into a ball, and when I shook the egg (gently), I could hear that ball hitting the thick, heavy shell.  

– decorations I had made by wrapping latex balloons in papier mache and then painting them to look like Easter eggs 

– handmade cards my brother and I had given my grandparents when we were kids  

– my aunt’s curly hair. When she was young, my aunt’s hair was naturally curly. I had heard that my grandma saved some of it once, after giving my aunt a haircut, because it was so pretty. I was thinking she’d saved a ringlet or two. There was a whole bag of hair- enough to make a wig out of! 

– clippings of my dad’s hair when he was a little kid, when it was blonde. And clippings of my grandma’s red hair from those same years.  

– assignments from my dad’s art classes in college 

– notebooks from classes my dad took in the army  

– newspaper clippings featuring family members (usually in group photos relating to their workplace or civic organizations they belonged to) 

– lots of old photos  

There was so much stuff we didn’t even go through everything. If we had spent the whole time only looking at photos, I don’t know if we would have made it through them all!  

Digging into the trunks ended up being a memorable and satisfying way to spend a special day. The activity encouraged people to share their memories, and I learned new information about my relatives.

I’m not telling everybody to spend their birthday the same way I did. But I would recommend asking older family members if they will show you some of their souvenirs, keepsakes, and photos while you have the chance. I would also take notes because when they’re gone or if they lose their memories, how much will you know about the items left behind? In a pile of jewelry, would you know which pieces held sentimental value and why?  

I was thankful that my grandma had labeled some of the items in the trunk, noting a date, where it came from (especially if it was handed down), or other pertinent information. You might consider labeling some of your own belongings that hold special meaning.  

Do you know who all the people are in old family photos? It’s even better if you can find out not only their names, but what was happening in the pictures and the stories behind the pictures. “That’s Mildred and Harold. They had just gotten engaged. They were on a picnic by Whitefish Lake with another couple they were friends with. Harold’s buddy was a real jokester- that’s why he’s making that face.” That kind of thing. The stories you hear will probably be worth more than any of the antique furniture or knickknacks.  

I would recommend writing names and dates on the backs of at least one group photo in each era. For example, gather pictures that include your grandma with her family when she was a baby, kid, teenager, adult, and senior and label everybody. This will help you recognize her family members at different stages of their lives when you see them in other photos later.  

If you’re looking for destination to celebrate a holiday or your next family get-together, you might consider a trip down memory lane.  

Are We Having Fun Yet?

For a few years, I kept track of all my expenses and categorized them. I was curious to see if I was wasting money and where I might cut costs. Every so often, I’d total and analyze the results. Instead of finding that I was flinging cash around like a frisbee, more often what I ended up noticing was how pathetic my spending was in categories like Entertainment. For chunks of time, each chunk several months in a row, I spent no money on Entertainment. I realize that you can have fun for free, but I would think, Geez! You couldn’t have gone to one movie, or one museum, or a petting zoo, an escape room, or played mini golf once? Live a little!  

Since it’s near the end of the year, I’ve been thinking about New Year’s resolutions, and different approaches that could be taken in choosing one. I get that people aren’t always in a position to tackle a huge goal, they may not want to put in the time and effort to take a class or learn another language, and losing weight already sounds depressing. I’m going to offer that making sure to enjoy life is a worthy enough goal.  

Along these lines, pick for your resolution something you’d like to do purely because it delights you. Some examples: listen to each of Beethoven’s symphonies; try every flavor of Ghirardelli chocolate bars; watch every movie directed by Ang Lee; read a top-rated mystery novel; take a bubble bath every weekend; allocate time to putter in your garage; crank up some oldies and have yourself a dance party!  

Due to the coronavirus lockdowns, I’m thinking that some people may have done all of these things in 2020. Well, if you did, I hope they brought you joy, and I hope you keep up the habits that made life sweeter.  

With public activities being more limited during these times, I would be sure to add some activities you know are achievable, since you may have to postpone the waterpark, concert, festival, vacation, comedy club, card games, and other activities involving groups and crowds. Or, get creative and figure out how to make them happen online, in your house, your yard, as drive-throughs, or what have you.  

I think it’s important to sprinkle some fun into your life, even if you have to schedule it in. It’s also worth periodically contemplating what you like, what makes you happy, what excites you, and what you’re interested in, since the answer can change. Then give yourself permission to indulge in and devote time to whatever you come up with. I think the world could use more people who love their lives. Why not be one of them?  

Welcome, 2019!

I was out to dinner with family recently. The pizza arrived at our table, extremely thin and smaller than any of us expected. My dad, having only eaten two slices, ordered dessert- an uncharacteristic move. “Somebody’s gotta be over the top,” he rationalized.  

Following in his steps, my theme for 2019 is Make It A Monumental Year. Make it The Best Year Ever.

Before starting on my big road trip, I thought, even if I don’t do anything else noteworthy, even if I hate my life afterward, at least I’ll have done something that I wanted to do, and I’ll have the memories. Now, after making one bold move, there’s no way I could settle for a milquetoast existence.  

I’ve lined up some adventures near the beginning of the year- sports like mountain biking that I’ve never tried and am a little afraid to try. Mainly, these activities are in place to provide a sense of accomplishment. Even if I’m horrible at it and hate everything about it, I participated in something I was curious about, and now I can check it off my list.  

More importantly, my hope and intention is to be more honest, to make inspirational choices and fearless decisions. In some cases, it’s enough to make a decision, period. Indecision leads to inaction, which leads to a waste of life. Lately, when I cannot decide, I leave the answer up to chance. I write all the options I can think of on little slips of paper, mix them up in a container, then pick one and stick with it. With an answer, any answer, I can move forward. [One slip of paper usually says “something else,” to leave room for a better option I didn’t think of. So far, I have never picked that wild card.]  

I’m not a fan of sharing goals in advance because I can’t trust myself to treat my personal ambitions as serious objectives. Instead of motivating me to work harder, I just end up feeling inadequate when I fail to reach the goals I broadcast. But I’m all about getting real this year, so I’ll tell you.  

I wanted to pick one measurable goal. I couldn’t decide. Should I write a song, record it, and post it on YouTube? Should I work toward making a living as a full time blogger? I wrote down all the options that grabbed my interest (plus ‘Something Else’) and blindly picked a slip of paper.

The answer said to write one poem a week. I felt deflated. Now, after having chosen it, it sounded so insignificant. I sat with my choice for a while, though, and realized that it will probably help incorporate writing into my lifestyle as more of a routine, no matter what else is going on. I think it will help me build an important foundation. Plus, even though writing poetry and song lyrics is agonizing, painfully slow work, and even though the results are usually abysmal, the process is ultimately more satisfying than writing prose. It’s more challenging, and I like being in the headspace of no limitations. I’ve missed it. There’s no expectation for the quality of results of this experiment- they could be trash. Guess what? You are going to get to read them!  

I figure the worst thing that can happen is I fall short of the goal and then I have to try making 2020 The Best Year Ever. That doesn’t sound so bad. 

Whatever your goal is for the new year, or whatever your lack of goals, I hope 2019 treats you well. And I hope you treat it well, too. 

Laughing Matter

Since I tend to be relatively quiet and reserved, it makes me laugh when people are loud, crazy, or obnoxious, especially in public.  

One fall afternoon, I was in the car with my brother. He was driving, and I was in the passenger’s seat. The angle of the sun had turned a cloud into a rainbow (at least, the red to yellow portion of the spectrum). I’ve never seen anything like it. I pointed out the phenomenon, and my brother also got excited about it. A while later, he asked if the cloud was still there. Yes, and still colorful! He rolled down his window and called out, “WHOOOO!” then raised his arm out the window and flashed the horns hand gesture in victory. He drummed his palm against the car horn as another car approached in the opposite lane. Through my laughter, I tried to deter him. “They’re not gonna know why you’re honking!”  

I was reminded of this episode recently when the two of us were in the car again. A block into our trip, something caught my eye. “Ooh! Lights! I forgot about those!” I said excitedly. My brother knows that Christmas lights and are one of my favorite parts of the holiday season, so he humored me by driving toward the subdivision where I’d spotted them. As he navigated through the maze of streets, he asked, “Where was that house where they used to go all out, but they didn’t do it last year? Was it this one?” I looked toward the darkened building and empty yard alongside us. “With the jugs? Yeah.” A row of plastic milk jugs, about a foot apart, had bordered the lawn in other years. Each contained a large colored light bulb, creating the effect of an oversized strand of Christmas lights. My brother rolled down his window and yelled toward the house, “WHERE ARE THE JUGS?!” I couldn’t help but act as the straight man. ‘They probably don’t even live there anymore!’  

We step into these roles like a comfortable pair of shoes: he delivers the punch line, and I’m the laugh track.  

An Unlikely Story

For Thanksgiving, I visited my family in the Midwest. After the feast, my mom taught my brother & I a line dance (neither of us knew any line dances). Later, the three of us, along with my aunt, played a couple board games from the 80s that were designed for teenage girls: Slumber Party and Girl Talk. Slumber Party involves rolling 5 curlers into your hair, then adding or removing curlers as the game progresses. My brother followed the rules without complaining, while other people laughed at him. I remarked that he was a good sport to play along with us, and he reminded me that they were his games- he bought and owned them.  

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One of my pick-me-ups is reading stories about unlikely animal friends. There’s the dog who splashes in the surf every morning with the dolphin who swims out to play, the baby hippo who found solace in the 130-year-old tortoise, the pit bull who acts as father to broods of chicks each spring.  

Sometimes I’d be jealous while reading these stories, thinking how enriching it could be to be part of an unlikely friendship, two contrasting melody lines blending into an elegant harmony. A few weeks ago, I realized that my brother is an unlikely animal friend. We don’t have the same hobbies or hang out in the same circles. If we hadn’t been related, I probably never would have talked to him or gotten to know him. Here, I already had what I’d been wishing for- I just didn’t recognize it.

Ruining Christmas, One Family at a Time

The Foot Fetish Guy was not among the most disturbing calls I received while working at Company X, though.

Around Christmas, the company offered these striped long johns. The color combinations changed each year. Some families made it a tradition to dress everyone, from the baby to the grandparents, in matching outfits for a holiday portrait. Tops and bottoms were sold separately, and a finite number of each piece was made, so sometimes the fantasy of matching underwear didn’t pan out. Our supervisors warned us that customers would blame us for “ruining Christmas.” One livid customer informed me that since we were sold out of shirts in her son’s size, “he couldn’t be in the picture.” Working in customer service, your response has to be something along the lines of “I’m sorry,” rather than “That’s messed up.” 

What an advantage that we can learn from other people’s behavior, not just our own mistakes.  

The Power of Love

It’s almost February, which means…Valentine’s Day is coming! A lot of people seem to hate Valentine’s Day. I don’t have this issue. I like to buy those packs of cards made for kids to pass out to their classmates, only I give them to coworkers, friends, and family. It doesn’t matter what your relationship status is; love encompasses so much more than romance. Think about the bond between a parent and child, between siblings, between friends, between a mentor and student, and the respect a fan has for a great artist or genius. When I got lice in sixth grade, my mom nitpicked my scalp. If that isn’t love, I don’t know what is. Valentine’s Day gives you a chance to acknowledge people for the love they have added to your life, even if your life doesn’t resemble a romance novel. The best part is, I’ve seen V-Day Haters convert to valentine givers after receiving one of these silly valentines. As Huey Lewis said, that’s the power of love.