Closeted Memories

"I remember sitting in the backyard with my Mom in the summer, sipping iced tea. We'd add some sugar, and used these spoons to stir.  They were the perfect size for the tall glasses."

Mr. Ginley held up a spoon with a long handle.

It's funny how the strangest things can make us nostalgic. Well, not everyone. Some people are not sentimental that way, but Mr. and I are.

We've been trying to jettison the stuff we've had stored in closets or the basement for year upon year. The treasures come to light now, only to dredge up memories.

The vase and candy dish I bought, part of a collection of display items for sale when I was at JBR.

The full set of dishes I purchased before I married husband #1, which I've barely used.

Coffee cups I got for Mr. Ginley from airport gift shops after attending press checks.

The countless plastic cups taken home from 30+ years of sporting events.

Some of the treasures went back into the closet, to be deep-sixed after we are. Others were wrapped up, to be shared with friends or donated. A lucky few will be incorporated into our current dinnerware menagerie, best described as "eclectic."

I can identify most of the pieces, when I got them and where, yet I can't remember where I left my phone half the time.

Memory is a funny thing.

In the meantime, our overstock is slowly making its way to new homes. Funny thing is, we still seem to have an abundance of stuff.

I think the house has magic powers, and things we've stored in the closet are prone to multiplying while we sleep.

Maybe I should put a few dollar bills in the closet and see what happens...