I FINALLY got rid of all of my papers from graduate school. Social work research tends to be years behind anyway, and these papers were at least 15 years old. Which means they were based on research from at least 20 years ago. GARBAGE! (Actually, I recycled them. I'm a good girl.)
I had forgotten that I used to write an employee newsletter called the "Cheat Sheet" for the Magic Theatre; it was distributed with each paycheck. They were actually quite entertaining, in my humble opinion. I kept those. Sigh. But, they're like writing samples, right?
I found this:
It's my hospital bracelet from August 1991 when I slipped down the stairs at Fort Mason in San Francisco and sustained a compression fracture. It was a workers comp injury so I kept the file. For 23 years. I get it when my mom keeps her hospital bracelets from when we were born. This does not have the same significance. SHRED IT!
I still have two rolodexes. One from the Magic Theatre (I worked there in the early 90s) and one from my social work career, which I stopped using 3 years ago when my department issued me an iPhone. I started filling that second rolodex in 1999. There are dead people in both rolodexes. Seriously. I know I need to trash these but I don't know how. It's a massive shredding job but if I go through each card, it will be agonizing. And I can't think of any other way to chuck them.
Social workers: what do you do with the materials you receive from continuing education? I have 15 years worth of this stuff and I've never referred back to it. I did chuck most of it, but I still believe, for a few of those classes, that I'll refer back to the material. And yet I know I won't. I mean, don't we all want to keep slide handouts about Personality Disorders for ten years?
As it turns out, most of the stuff I need to purge in my household is not photogenic. However, since I'm sure you've all been anxiously awaiting photographs of items from an excavation, I'll give you those found in my parents' house, both in June and on our recent visit last week:
My book report on Rickets from 1977, I think. A masterpiece. I'm almost sad that I threw it away.
My favorite Angel. She seemed like the smartest one and the one that Charlie most respected. Her name was Sabrina and I loved Sabrina the Teenage Witch comics, and one has everything to do with the other. Also, I loved Dynamite magazine when I was a kid.
This single roller-skate. For a tiny little foot. I tried mightily to find the match and was unable to, so I didn't chuck it. Besides, when we do find the match, they'll be perfect for my soon-to-be-born nephew, otherwise known as the Crown Prince. These were more modern than their predecessors since, instead of a key, there was a wing nut on the underside to adjust the size of the skate. We also didn't need to wear helmets when we used these. It's a wonder any of us survived.
Obviously, I used to collect these adorable little dressed-up mice. We would go to Jeane's Hospital Fair every year while we lived in Philly and I could buy one of these with my allowance. I loved them. I can't believe I donated them, but I was in a fit of purge with my brother breathing down my back. Especially that colonial one 4th down from the right. How awesome is that little guy?
By the way, the yellow headboard in the background? My friend took that bedroom set. It was over 40 years old and she loved it more than I ever did for the last 35 years.
Last but not least, and I only post this because this blog is based on me humiliating myself:
I found the bottom bra in a record cabinet in my old room (devoid of records, by the way). I cannot remember when I was ever a 32B, let alone a B cup at all, but it has to be mine because I know my mother was NEVER a 32B. The top bra is one of my current ones, placed there for comparison. I would need several of the bottom bras to fill out the top bra.
So, depending on your feedback, I have plenty more photos of random stuff we found during the purge. But I think this is enough of a tease and some of you may even have nightmares from that last photo (lord knows I've been grappling with my emotional response since found that 32B amongst the ruins). And I'd love feedback on the things you've kept forever and either kept or threw away and why. I need to feel not so alone.....
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