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Show PGBSlub Marcella Walker has given them back to us. My aunt did the same thing. Everytime I'm to see her in Oregon she gives me her junk. It is nice junk, too, and I treasure it. Some of it is pictures of me when I was little that my parents sent to her as I grew up. Old wedding invitations, high school and college graduation announcements, an-nouncements, trinkets, etc., all are passed on. What it all boils down to is that people (some people) cannot bear to discard things so they give them to someone else, like me, who cannot bear to discard things either. The giver is consoled thinking they will not be destroyed within their sight and the givee is consoled by thinking that they can give the stuff to one of their children who likes to keep things at some future date. It is kind of fun to read these old newspapers, though. In an issue of The Daily Drovers Telegram of Kansas City, Mo., for Monday, June 7, 1915 there are some valuable items. Such as: A simple rem. dislodge a fishbone or anythi! throat is to fasten a button J a string: swallow the button the string. No difficulty frl this simple method and it will remove the obstruction withal certainty. Or this: For indigestion drij) of hot water one-half how meals. A little Worcestershire rubbed on the gums of ana will stop the pain almos mediately. For a sprain beat salt into th, of one egg until it is of the consi of an ordinary mustard p spread on a cloth and apply part affected. When you get something in y( take a hair from your head t loop of it, raise the eyelid and; the loop. Wink the eye severa and then pull out the haii troublesome object will cling ti come out, too. i My mother has done it again ! She began cleaning out her junk. Every time she does this it puts me in a quandry because she gives me the nicest junk and I cherish it and don't know exactly where to put it. Her "junk" happens to be some of her old baby dresses, some of my grandmother's school papers from 1902, some newspapers from the early 1900's, a watch she used when she taught school in the early '30's, and postcards from the early part of this century. You need to save and preserve these things and I'm not too good at it. Now if it was Bliss Brimley there would be no problem, she can and has saved and preserved all types of old things. I'm scared to touch them for fear , they will be destroyed. Every once in a while Mama cleans out. She does it in spurts and I fear I am like her alot. I don't like to get rid of things all at once. It needs to be spread out over a period of time so your psyche can adjust to the loss. It is like trying to get rid of my husbands old clothes. He will dig them out of the rag bag unless I cut off the buttons and take out the zippers. I go to some people's houses, like Beth Peterson's for instance, and you feel that they have no junk. There is none in sight. Our's is always in sight. My great-uncle was a collector. You could scarcely get into his room because of the floor to ceiling stacks of newspapers, old seed catalogs (he was a nurseryman) and old magazines. All the room was filled with only a bed and a small walkway to the bed between the collections. My mom gives me back all the trinkets I gave her as a child. My brothers and I used to go to Kress's and Woolworths and buy her mother's day and birthday presents. We would get all kinds of knick-knacks for 25 cents or 50 cents. They accumulated quickly and like all mothers, she displayed them proudly. But now she |