Cuz yer dead. All they want is any gold, silver, money, cars, property. History of who made you and who made you before the ones that made you....nah. No cares at all. And I find that pretty damn sad.
When we were told we were losing our home and had to move..I burned EVERYTHING. Letters, pictures, diplomas, personal notes....EVERYTHING. Why? Because I had nobody to give it to and I didn't want it to wind up at the salvation army. I wondered if I did the right thing...until recently.
#### died. He was 76 years old. He is the spouse of the lady we are living with. He barely knew me and only nodded now and then when I came over to visit his wife. He was starting to warm up to me, though. But, not enough time passed before HE passed. And he was extremely private, this man. He felt uncomfortable when I was in the house because "he didn't know me". Well...I know A LOT about him now. And his parents. And their parents. What they did, where they went to vacation, their careers. Letter upon letters upon letters and post cards and diaries from 1890's to 1980's....all wars these people wrote to each other. WWI, WWII, Korean, Nam. His parents traveled a lot. His parents parents traveled a lot too. Switzerland, Africa, Mexico. And his wife Helen wrote about their experiences, took pics of Swiss quaint towns, Mazai Warriors, Mexican market folks, etc. His dad was a preacher and had a whole box of saved sermons he did every Sunday. His grandfather was a lawyer. They were all into sports, so there are many tickets to many games in their schools, diplomas, even wills from his grandparents. So, ####, private though he was, he is no longer. I know all about him and I find it extremely sad that his brother, son, daughter all came last week to go through ####'s things and most of it wound up in the recylce bin. They looked...but they were looking for folded money, gold, anything #### may have tucked away inside albums, photographs, letters, etc. And #### did indeed tuck away some gold, which I found and gave to his wife. It was his mothers baby ring from 1915, attached to a card with a frayed and very old ribbon. The family missed that one, but I dug thru most of what they tossed because....well...I don't know why I dug. Maybe because his granddaughter will want this stuff some day, and his wife surely did, but they didn't bother to ask her. They just dug and tossed.
So, MrG said he wanted to dig too. Why? because if they didn't want this stuff, then maybe the STAMPS on the hundreds of letters would be worth looking at. (MrG collects stamps. Or rather..USED to before we became what we are now...vagabonds). And yes....there are many stamps that may be worth a lot...some maybe not much. But the HISTORY of these people....its amazing. ####'s dad was a farmer and a well to do one, I might add. Hence, all that traveling. I even found his parents wills. And a ledger of his moms geneaology findings. Yet..they tossed them all in the trash. Which makes me feel so much better that I burned the fuck out of all of my stuff.
So I guess my point is..nobody cares about anything anymore. Its the ME ME ME NOW NOW NOW time. Fuck the past. Fuck history. Fuck travels and pictures and beauty and horror from wars they all experienced. And it makes me feel bad for #### and I wish I could tell him that I dug thru all that shit so his granddaughter (she is 8 years old) would know him..and his parents..and their parents...and their parents. If she will even care once she gets old enough to know what it all means and is and what made HER....HER.
When we were told we were losing our home and had to move..I burned EVERYTHING. Letters, pictures, diplomas, personal notes....EVERYTHING. Why? Because I had nobody to give it to and I didn't want it to wind up at the salvation army. I wondered if I did the right thing...until recently.
#### died. He was 76 years old. He is the spouse of the lady we are living with. He barely knew me and only nodded now and then when I came over to visit his wife. He was starting to warm up to me, though. But, not enough time passed before HE passed. And he was extremely private, this man. He felt uncomfortable when I was in the house because "he didn't know me". Well...I know A LOT about him now. And his parents. And their parents. What they did, where they went to vacation, their careers. Letter upon letters upon letters and post cards and diaries from 1890's to 1980's....all wars these people wrote to each other. WWI, WWII, Korean, Nam. His parents traveled a lot. His parents parents traveled a lot too. Switzerland, Africa, Mexico. And his wife Helen wrote about their experiences, took pics of Swiss quaint towns, Mazai Warriors, Mexican market folks, etc. His dad was a preacher and had a whole box of saved sermons he did every Sunday. His grandfather was a lawyer. They were all into sports, so there are many tickets to many games in their schools, diplomas, even wills from his grandparents. So, ####, private though he was, he is no longer. I know all about him and I find it extremely sad that his brother, son, daughter all came last week to go through ####'s things and most of it wound up in the recylce bin. They looked...but they were looking for folded money, gold, anything #### may have tucked away inside albums, photographs, letters, etc. And #### did indeed tuck away some gold, which I found and gave to his wife. It was his mothers baby ring from 1915, attached to a card with a frayed and very old ribbon. The family missed that one, but I dug thru most of what they tossed because....well...I don't know why I dug. Maybe because his granddaughter will want this stuff some day, and his wife surely did, but they didn't bother to ask her. They just dug and tossed.
So, MrG said he wanted to dig too. Why? because if they didn't want this stuff, then maybe the STAMPS on the hundreds of letters would be worth looking at. (MrG collects stamps. Or rather..USED to before we became what we are now...vagabonds). And yes....there are many stamps that may be worth a lot...some maybe not much. But the HISTORY of these people....its amazing. ####'s dad was a farmer and a well to do one, I might add. Hence, all that traveling. I even found his parents wills. And a ledger of his moms geneaology findings. Yet..they tossed them all in the trash. Which makes me feel so much better that I burned the fuck out of all of my stuff.
So I guess my point is..nobody cares about anything anymore. Its the ME ME ME NOW NOW NOW time. Fuck the past. Fuck history. Fuck travels and pictures and beauty and horror from wars they all experienced. And it makes me feel bad for #### and I wish I could tell him that I dug thru all that shit so his granddaughter (she is 8 years old) would know him..and his parents..and their parents...and their parents. If she will even care once she gets old enough to know what it all means and is and what made HER....HER.