December 9, 2007
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Cleaning memories
I’ve been spending a lot of time at my dad’s place during the summer helping him clean the basement after it got flooded from a drainage problem. It really hasn’t been cleaned in
years and the basement was simply being used for storage. We had to move all the furniture and stuff into another part of the basement so that the contractors could do their repairs. But before we could do that, we had to clean out a lot of stuff to make room. My dad isn’t one to
throw away magazines, books and the numerous newspaper clippings. Mom kept lots of stuff too – just in case we
needed it again. Both grew up in the war
where you simply don’t throw things out.
So I understand the emotional need to hang on to things. It was tough gathering some of my mom’s
clothes and getting them bagged for donation. What got me was the smell of the clothes. I swear I could still smell her but maybe my mind was playing tricks on me. We also carefully sorted
through her old paintings. She was a
very talented painter. I marveled at her
skill. As a child I would watch her arrange her rice papers, prepare the various inks. The only time I could help was washing her brushes. As she got older, her arthritis made it impossible to paint anymore. But she never complained. We moved all of her paintings upstairs and the rest of her papers and brushes went to my brother’s place and my condo.Dad couldn’t bear to see us throwing or donating so many things. From time to time, he would come down to see what was going on. My sister or my brother would take turns shooing him back upstairs. He was in agony when he saw some of the things
being hauled away. He was particularly worried that we
would throw out his books and magazines. I made several trips to my bf’s
place with boxes and boxes of books. I assured him that I wasn’t throwing out his books.Later I sat down with him and told him he has too many books and magazines. He’ll need to make some tough decisions on what to keep and what to donate. I tried to tell him that others could make use of these books and it wasn’t doing anything just sitting in the basement. I encouraged him to start thinking of which ones he could donate. His lowered his eyes and told me softly that he doesn’t have any friends or close relatives anymore and these books are his companions right now. I swallowed hard and looked away. I mumbled something but those softly spoken words hit me very hard.
The basement is all repaired now with new carpets and walls. His book cases are back up and it’s jammed full. He knows he still has many, many books that are in boxes. He reminded me about the books at my bf’s place. I told him I will bring them back little by little but he needs to make room for them.
I’ve been thinking how to clean up all of his things when he passes on. Right now, it’s easy for me to decide that his books will be donated or sold off. But I know when the time comes, it won’t be easy for me to part with his friends.
Comments (11)
Thank you for the kind words, hope you are having a great holiday season!
ryc: it’s sometimes hard to talk to my friend about it…
i just hate the feeling how when you put something out in the open…
that person [if he/she cares] will take that to heart…and everytime they see you…they might think that they cant act a certain way…or make him or herself act a certain way… [i hope i make sence]
but it got better because she actually brought it up today.
But dang…that’s kinda hard to hear… kinda hard[like sad] to picture too…
i dont know…im sure hed rather have a conversation and hang out with his son than just sit and stare at a pile of books in the corner =[
…I hate to know that people feel lonely…because that feeling sucks
when i was younger, books were my best friends as well. i was never very social as a kid, and didn’t actually have very close friends who i would hang out with outside of school (and feel comfortable doing so) until high school. books were my constant companions; they went with me everywhere. even now, my eyes always light up when i see book titles that i remember from my childhood. so even now, i don’t get rid of any of my books either… i always keep them around and reread my favorite sections from them.
My comment about books is very much almost the same as Kunhuo42. They were my friends when I was growing up and now as I grow older they are still my friends.
RYC: Affirmation is soooo important.
it’s hard to get rid of things when there is so much sentimental attachment involved, even moreso when it’s a loved one’s possessions and he/she explains to you why exactly they’re so attached. i felt the same way when i was sorting with my dad my grandpa’s stuff after he passed away. there were so many things my dad knew his dad wouldnt want to be thrown away, but at the same time, my dad had to be practical and he felt a lot of what my grandpa would no longer be using could be put to use by other people who may need it. a lot of my grandpa’s letters between he and my grandma back in the philippines as well as some of his clothes are packed away in several boxes in my own garage.
ryc: haha. is that a good thing or a bad thing that it reminds you of a PBS special?
oh, and another thing… it’d be awesome if you could share your mom’s paintings with us… i’d love to see her work.
It is interesting the way we gather things and hold on to them as if they were life itself. Seems like a very normal part of the human experience and one that, as we grow older, makes a lot of sense.
When you are young it is easy to feel less attached to possessions because you have less of a sense of losing things. As you get older and begin losing people, you start to see examples of how things are still an attachment to those people (and, no, your mind wasn’t playing tricks with you) who you’ve lost.
It definitely is really hard to get rid of things. I’m such a pack rat but I’m gonna have to make those tough decisions next year when I move out! It’s so nice of you to help your dad with cleaning. ^_^
I like to collecting stuffs too. I guess I am facing the same problems…too much books and magazines at my room and basement. If I have my own place in future, it will more like a bookstore than a living place…hahhahaha
collecting stuff sometimes seems to come naturally for ppl. i usually don’t know how much stuff i accumulated until i have to move to a new place.
What a beautiful piece of sentimental and compassionate assessment; and how beautiful that you helped your dad instead of asking some third party to come and clean up!!
I am also a pack rat. I have memories and friends that reside between the pages of hundreds of books, and in boxes of clothes. My daughter asks me..”mom, when did you last wear this”? if the answer is more than five or ten years ago, then she tells me to close my eyes, and she then takes those things away and donates them to the library or the Salavation Army. It feels bad that a beautiful thing of mine is gone, but then I have to be practical, and think that someone else can make use of these things.
Tell dad that through his donations of his books he is making more people aware of knowledge and improving their lives.
Really beautiful post with a lot of sensitivity. Thank you for stopping by my site and leaving your footprints. I truly feel your heart ache.