Floyd’s wisdom - on cleaning out Nanny’s house

and the beer-can-pecker-man

Out in the woods, we try to leave only footprints.

Right now?

We’re covering my Nanny’s tracks.

She won’t be returning to her big yellow house.

Many of the things she stopped using years ago were given away. At our place we have a fantastic starburst clock that my mother grew up with.

But then there are the things that won’t fit in her room at the nursing home.

And all that stuff - dishes, linens, old clothes, nicknacks and the like all need to be dealt with.

Different things have different meanings to all of us.

My sister, for example, wanted the pumping bellows that went with the fireplace. I’d forgotten about the satisfying sighs it made when we played with it as children. She didn’t and it’s going to her.

Then there was my grandfathers crib board. It’s custom made and 2 foot long and reads Ellis Christmas 1985.

That’s the crib board we’d always use when playing with my Nanny.

Then there were the weird things - things without any monetary value but I wanted to make sure didn’t end up in a l…