So I resolved to spend some time this aft decluttering. Going through some drawers, I found:
- a bookmark from a breakfast my mother attended in 1957
- a bookmark from the funeral of one of my elementary school teachers who died in 1973
- one piece of stationery from when I was a Brownie (which would have been 1968-1970)
- a bookmark from a bookstore in Camden, Maine, which I visited while on vacation with my family sometime in the 1970s
- my address book from the 1980s
- postcards from various places I've visited in the last 25 years
- onionskin paper for sending airmail letters from when I was a child
- a card I bought in France in 1980, intending to mail it to.....heaven only knows
- stationery I received as gifts in elementary school
- stationery my former mother-in-law passed on to me, and I think she had it in the '50s
I kept a pile of business cards and receipts from some old trips to sort later--I may put some into a scrapbook page. I'm getting used to the idea that it's OK to make some garbage, that my memories are stored in my heart and head and don't all need tangible reminders. And I'm starting to like a (slightly) sleeker look that's emerging in some places.
I'm going to send my mother a note on my Brownie stationery. I did pitch some stationery with a silly saying ("things that are natural are never without a certain sense of grace and excellence") but otherwise I decided to just send a lot of notes. (Anyone out there want a note? I'm happy to put mail in your mailbox!)
And now, time to return to the sorting.....