I come from a family of pack rats, and I am afraid that, even though I was an adopted child, I learned that trait from my adoptive family. (Somehow, my biological sister, raised in the same home, escaped that trait).
The house we live in was built by my parents in 1949. My maternal grandparents lived with us while I was growing up. When my mother died, we purchased my sister's half interest in the home. The house and attic were filled with my parents' and grandparents' collections.
Before we moved into my family home, I was collecting my own stuff. My husband and I married in 1969, and I converted him into being a collector.
When we got ready to remodel the family home, I spent three years going through all of the accumulated collections in the house. Sadly, I found very little that I could throw away.
That is how we ended up with three generations of collections in our home.
Although I've tried to put things away and not display them, I guess I have become too comfortable living with a lot of "stuff", and I'm always uncomfortable if there is an empty spot in my home, so I end up bring everything back out!
It's a disease, and I can't seem to find a cure. Of course, it's more likely that I'm not looking for a cure!
Thanks for your interest. laurie
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