If you come over to my house, don’t go into the lower level. I beg of you. Why? Because there are plastic bins on nearly all four sides of the floor around the table. Those bins are filled and I mean filled with items from my late father’s senior living apartment. The items are things none of his five daughters had the heart to toss or donate or wanted take home. So here we are. The leftovers. Guess who is in charge of figuring out what to do with years of slides, a stamp collection, high school yearbooks, Life magazines
and photos upon photos for both sides of our family? Am I the only one out there facing this dilemma? Of course not! If you’re in the same conundrum or know someone who is. I reached out to some local historical societies to ask what those organizations take and don’t take when it comes to items with local ties. After learning about what they consider of value, I know I need to make a call to my hometown historical society. After all, it might need more details about the flood of 1978!