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The confession of a Pack RatI'm from a family of pack rats, and I've married into a family of pack rats. I've been unable to throw things out that I knew for certain I'll never use again, and nobody else will ever want to use it either. But what can I do? It's in my blood. Just look here: My grandmothers collected jam jars, bottles (they were glass back then), old clothes, magazines, newspapers and probably a lot more. There was a reason for their collection. The jam jars were reused. I remember the lovely, sweet smell of jam making permeating the whole house. The big jars held boiled pears that would serve as dessert through winter. The bottles were used for collecting milk, or for limonade made from redcurrants, blackcurrants or bilberries. Thick and lovely, with lots of sugar, mixed with water before drinking. The old clothes were made into woven mats and rugs, nice and thick for floors that would otherwise be bare and cold. The newspapers went to the outdoor loo. The magazines were used to start fires with, after all the recipes were cut out. They weren't so glossy then and burned well. My mother kept the tradition alive. She also hermetized pears, made jams and limonade and made new clothes out of old, unfashionable ones. She collected plastic containers of all kinds too, to freeze berries. After a time she came to realize that home made was more expensive than shop bought, and with long working hours she just didn't have time for domestic activities any more. She managed to throw the clothes away, realizing she didn't know how to weave, but she kept her stash of jars and bottles. Then it was my turn. I ended up saving jars and bottles, and made jams because I liked it and I knew what was in them. And plastic containers of all kinds for berries, soups, stews and such. And old clothes that were torn, out of fashion, with a broken zip or just worn out. Newspapers, of course. And boy, have I worked hard to make myself get rid of this! The glass jars are now recycled. I've kept the big, old ones that my husband inherited from his grandmothers by way of his mother (!). The plastic containers are also recycled. We only keep a couple now and then, because the girls like to use them for snow art and such. Then there's the clothes. I've cleared away the torn or worn out. Everything else has been sorted in bags and taken to the Salvation Army containers or one of the Church Aid dos. I actually manage not to keep things I know will never be used again. I'm proud of myself. My grandparents and parents lived through at least one war. They knew how to make the most of what they had, and were prepared for any shortage that might arise. I'm fairly confident I won't have to think like that, but the heritage has made me careful about wasting. Now all I have to do, is make sure my girls won't start on the same collection madness that the last three generations have suffered, but give them enough sense to realize that wasting is bad for them. This blog entry has been viewed 658 times
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I married a pack rat and gave birth to one.
Did you really get rid of those jam jars? Oh what a shame. I am always looking for decent jam jars (preferably with wide mouths). I have bothered all my aquaintanences, collegues and family to save them for me...or at the minimum, the tops cos they wear-out sooner than glass.
I am a pack rat too.I was taught by the best and I married one from the same type of mom and grandmom.Its in the blood.I just might need that.How many times have you thought that?
I can see the Pack Rat family is a large and healthy one! :)
Ha ha ha... Droopy, you're a little smart-alec!
Empty flower pots, whatever do you mean? *looking down and blushing* I've got a huge stash of those. I never get to give them to a gardening friend who really needs them this year, so she'll have double joy of them next spring.
I was a packrat most of my life. We moved often, which would pare down some of the hoard; but there would always be boxes of mixed "stuff" that were carried along unopened from house to house year after year, because I never had time to sort them but I was certain there was *something* in there I would need some day.
Anitra, you just reminded me of a couple of cardboard boxes stacked away in our big cupboard. I have to take them out and sort them some day. They've changed home twice, and I've forgotten what's in them...
Soooooooooooo..... you have a stash of empty flower pots too, do you??? heh heh heh. Well, I'm alarmed.
No, of course not. A collection is something serious that one adds to after great consideration. Like stamps. Or not, all according to your own wish.
Do you save stanps, Droopy?
Yes, I do. I've done so for ten years. It's rather dormant at the moment, but I'm still collecting. I'll get time to sort them later. Hah.
I collect them as well. And m,ine is also dormant. It all started when I started making and maintaining my website. Plus it's difficult to get the stamps that I collect here in Holland, I must order from abroad and with exchange rates and so forth, it's a bit of a hassle, if you know what I mean. I still look at them tho and re-arrange them from time to time. I had an opportunity to buy some pages from a firm (Minkus) that was going to stop with making making stamp collection supplies. Changing them all over to that system was a monumental task, but I am a patient man and, as I said, I like doing piddly little things. (We call it "monnikenwerk"). hahaha
I only collect Norwegian stamps. It's hard to get a complete collection, and I'm always on the look-out for prettier stamps on the stamps, if you understand what I mean.
I think I understand...you mean a good and legible postmark cancellation, right?
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