Saturday, April 24, 2010
Cleaning Out Mom's Bedroom
One of the reasons I left for my Mom's home in Pennsylvania last Thursday was to house sit for my brother Isaac while he and his son (Isaac, III) visited our Mom in Greenville, SC. She's staying with my youngest brother John and his wife Barbara. The other reason was to help clean her house of the accumulated clutter of 52 years. My Mom is a hoarder.
We three brothers convinced her to spend the winter at John's home in the South because we didn't think she would make it through another winter. In retrospect, we made a very wise decision.
We promised her that she could return to her home of 52 years come this spring, if only for a visit. Unfortunately, she is too weak to make the trip to Pennsylvania. So we decided to clean her house out now since it is very unlikely she will return to her home.
Brother John was up earlier in the month. He and Isaac cleaned out her bedroom and Pop's bedroom. They boxed up a lot of her things and marked the boxes as to the disposition when the inevitable happens.
John took one look at the "back bedroom" (as my Mother called it) and closed the door. He just wasn't gong to tackle that room. This is the same room that John and Isaac shared when they were going to school. Now you can hardly get the door open because there is so much clutter.
I would provide a picture but I'm at my Mom's computer and it doesn't have the software for me to download the pictures. However, I did take some video with my Flip video camera which I am able to take snapshots of individual frames. Those are the pictures in this blog.
John told me he left that room for me. Thank you brother John!
I started to clean that room out Thursday. I hardly made a dent. I still couldn't see the floor.
Yesterday I was determined to see the color of the carpet in that room. After a big push, I cleared out enough to see that it is green. I was exhausted last night. I slept like I was dead.
I rose from the dead early this morning thinking about cleaning out that room. I generally sleep well so you know it's a problem if I'm lying in bed thinking about cleaning out "the back room."
I attacked that room with all my strength today. I finally made signification headway. So much so that I could see most of the rug.
I loaded up the back of my Subaru with several boxes of donations for the Goodwill store in Morgantown, PA. It was late this Saturday afternoon and I was afraid they would be closed by the time I got there.
When I rolled into their parking lot I saw that they were not closed and in fact an employee was rolling out two empty donation bins. What a welcome sight.
I quickly unloaded the back of my car and loaded Mom's "stuff", including the last afghan she was working on (unfinished) into the donation bin. The Goodwill employee asked me if I wanted a receipt. I did not.
A heaving burden has been lifted from my shoulders. There is still much work to do.
We've boxed up all of Mom's clothes. I sent her a large box down by mail this morning. The woman at the Post Office asked me how I wanted the box delivered. Overnight would cost $130.00. $130.00? Not likely. She told me that three day delivery would cost $49.00. Nup. Not likely either. I settled for Parcel Post which cost me $19.00. Mom's fake fur coat is in there along with several of her favorite warm and snuggy nightgowns which I know she misses. I threw in a couple of her small teddy bears to go along for the ride.
Cleaning out Mom's bedroom today caused me to think this very obvious question: who is going to clean out my bedroom when that time comes for me?
An interesting thought because I have no children, Bill is thirteen years older than me and I assumed he will check out before I will. I have one nephew and four nieces and several grand nephews and grand nieces. I don't see any of them cleaning out my "stuff."
But hey, I'm not going to worry about it now. I have a family reunion to put on May 16th.