My parents have lived in the same house since 1975. Their basement is nicknamed “King Tut’s Tomb” as it has slowly accumulated ‘treasures’ and looks as organized. My last trip home revealed “The Tomb” is getting worse; one could hardly walk around all the items.
Some of the objects go back to the 40s and 50s, leftovers from their parents’ homes.
There are items from childhood of every one of their children.
There are remnants of my father’s office after he retired.
There is father’s vast model train lay out.
There are boxes of saved books, plaques, photos, and unused appliances.
On the positive, it is pleasant go through it, pick up something, and remember. Last time in the Tomb I found the entire set of “Alfred Hitchcock and the 3 Investigators” mystery series. I also found an ashtray I made for my grandfather; it made me think of him.
On the negative, it alarms me what will happen when my parents pass away.We four kids are going to inherit this hoard and will have to clear it out. I’ve prompted the parents to start cleaning it out but they either never get around to it or don’t want to throw anything out (I’ve suspected they assume that is ‘our job’ to do).
Brother #3 is clever and can put some of it on Ebay. The Star Wars figurines and Walt Disney comic books from the 50s could get a good price.
But will we feel obliged to keep it all? Our childhood items, our parents’ things, and some things going back to the grandparents will be challenging to let go. The award plaques and framed diplomas mean nothing to us but we’ll feel guilty to toss them out, so we will keep them; our children will feel even more guilty to discard them as they will be so old – so useless things get passed down from generation to generation like a bad gene.
The 4ft x 4ft faded coloured photograph (fair condition at best) of great-grandfather isn’t something you just toss readily into the trash. But who has a wall upon which to hang it?
So King Tut’s tomb waits – probably until the parents pass and we are forced to deal with it.
Anybody want a pinball machine or a pachinko machine?


22 comments
Comments feed for this article
March 27, 2008 at 6:54 am
KarenEileen
I am afraid my children will suffer the same problems that you do. I have things that were my grandmother’s - a spinning wheel, a trunk, two painted chairs, some quilts, two Raggedy Andy dolls, my grandfather’s high school diploma - and there’s no way I can part with these things. Even if someone could sell them for me and make me rich I would not be able to part with them. I have the diploma hanging in my living room! It is huge, and a work of art!!
My dining room table is my mother’s. She got it as a wedding present in 1954. When she and my father moved to North Carolina ten years ago they asked me if I wanted it. They would buy a new one! They let it go!
But I can’t. Even tho it doesn’t really fit in the dining room. Even tho I would love to have a round table in the same spot. Even tho friends told me a place where I could get a round table like theirs for the ridiculously low price of $300.
I tease my husband that I need a therapist to deal with these issues that make him nuts. But I’m not kidding.
March 27, 2008 at 7:31 am
Lewis
Can I just tell you how anxious and irritable that those kinds of places make me? Seriously, I don’t deal with that well at all. I am much happier, with a giant smile on my face, when I’ve tossed out 95% of it. And kept the 5% that I love…that means something…that will mean something for the future generations. I am just not a hoarder of “things.”
March 27, 2008 at 8:23 am
Sean
I’m an organizing nut/neat freak with a pack-rat/collector gene I have to fight with all the time. I watch shows like Clean Sweep and get a mental high watching the homes go from clutter to clean. I believe we show more respect for items of sentimental value by displaying them where they can be seen and appreciated or finding a good home for them so they are valued. Keeping them in old boxes out of site in the basement does not show more rrespect than discarding them. Just my opinion.
March 27, 2008 at 8:45 am
BentonQuest
I feel bad throwing things out, but once I do, it is very liberating. I need to do a “great toss” soon, especially before we move again.
March 27, 2008 at 9:16 am
YNAGER '65
OMG I am the packrat and PB is the “toss” it fiend. I am ready to shed some of the “luggage” tho, our subdivision is having a HUGE garage sale this May, and I can not wait.
I will take the pinball machine BTW!!!
~Y~
March 27, 2008 at 9:24 am
BID
I started clearing my mother’s house last month, you see I inherit the house and all it’s junk. Yikes! I can think of no better way than to clear it out with her by my side.
We have the billion dollar man pin ball machine, it would love a friend!
March 27, 2008 at 9:58 am
Lemuel
Actually I have a BIL who may be interested in the pinball machine. LOL!
My sister and I went through that when my mother died, but most of her stuff was just clutter, of little or no value.
We now are swamped with stuff and I think how unfair it is to expect my sons to go through the stuff. Unfortunately my other half is even less willing to part with keepsakes, etc. I think my sons are doomed.
March 27, 2008 at 10:04 am
manic mo
You should have seen my granparent’s house in Cleveland.
At least in King Tut’s tomb there were treasures!
We filled several construction dumpsters, put stuff on Ebay, AND had an estate sale. Then filled more construction dumpsters.
The freezer alone filled a few hundred cubic meters in the local landfill! Seriously, there were fruitcakes in there from the 70’s!!!!
March 27, 2008 at 10:20 am
Mike
I’m one to donate lots of stuff to a charitable organization. I’m not fond of clutter, and I need things tidy, organized and to serve a purpose. I guess I’m not as sentimental about things that belonged to the past except for artwork. When I see my dad’s house I cringe just thinking of what we’ll have to do to clear it out when his day comes
To manic mo: I can’t believe that the fruitcakes from the 70s went to the landfill. Being a member of the “No Fruitcake Left Behind” fanatics, I would have gladly found homes for those unloved or unwanted bricks or glorious goo! There is a fruitcake cult you know. No seriously, the longer they sit, the better they are. Just pack them in powdered sugar and they will last 75-100 years.
March 27, 2008 at 5:51 pm
lauire
Dad’s in a nursing home now and my brother and i are going through what you are talking about. There is so much stuff there, it is overwhelming to go through it. Thankfully my brother continues to live in the house so it isn’t something that has to be done in a few weeks or even months, but it’s a daunting task none-the-less.
March 28, 2008 at 12:17 am
Maddog
I’m a pack rat. I keep a lot more than I should, although I’ve gotten better as I’ve grown older. I do have to say there is very little in my parent’s house that I want. Mostly just a few pieces of furniture that I’m going to have to fight relatives for. But that’s about it. I would love it if my parents had kept all my stuff in the basement.
March 28, 2008 at 5:22 am
Tony
oh my ….I think someone needs to do some house cleaning. I
m going out to P.S, looking for Jack.
March 28, 2008 at 11:21 am
rodger
About once a year, when the garage walls begin to close in on the cars, I purge as many treasures as I can stand. It feels good once it’s gone and you realize you don’t miss it. Like they say…if you don’t use it for 6 months…let it go!
I certainly don’t envy you cleaning out the basement but the memories it will spawn should give you blog fodder for years.
March 28, 2008 at 11:41 am
Greg
I think you and your siblings should just go through it one weekend (or week), find what you and your parents really need and separate if from what isn’t (or has never been) used. Getting rid of the clutter will also keep any prospective fire dangers at bay….
March 28, 2008 at 11:55 am
tigeryogiji
Don’t get me started! We have crap of Tiamat’s cluttering our basement, and even though she’ll never use it again (anyone want a crumbling, three foot statue of St. Anthony?), she won’t let us get rid of it!
I plan on burying it all with her…. ;P
March 28, 2008 at 7:20 pm
jason
Oh, I can hardly let myself think about it….though I can’t help but to.
Everytime I go to my mother’s house, end up thinking about what it will be like when she’s gone and every last item (and lord knows there are a lot of them) will make me lose it.
That’s why I’m trying to get rid of stuff now.
March 29, 2008 at 7:16 am
"Joe"
For years, I was the de facto “family archivist.” Then I decided to let go of running a museum! Lots of furniture still around, and still in use! Hey, the price is right.
Life is about letting go. And it is tough to let go! Less stuff, more memories, good stewardship. Well, I keep telling myself that.
You can deliver the dumpster next week.
March 29, 2008 at 8:03 am
DougT
We need a big cleanout here. My dad keeps a lot of this sort of thing in his attic. A couple of years back I retrieved about half of my old collection of Matchbox cars. I really need to dig out the other half. Perhaps this coming summer when I go back there.
March 29, 2008 at 1:27 pm
johnmichael
I bet it’s fun to go through all that stuff, just for some laughs or a great memory.
March 29, 2008 at 4:55 pm
Mark H
I MISS having that big basement full of family treasures, i.e., junk, sitting at home when I’d visit the folks. Sure there was a couple tons of worthless items, but it was the combing through them that brought out the “find”, and a memory would be revived from our childhood. I remember feeling very sad when Mom moved out of that home, knowing things were changed forever. Good luck in moving into this part of life concerning the parents. Things DO change. I do see the affection you hold for it all. Sigh.
March 30, 2008 at 4:04 pm
Donald
The basement trove is at once a genuine treasure, a source of pleasure and enrichment and spiritual nourishment, AND a genuine threat to our health and happiness, a reason for regret and awareness of resolutions poorly kept and fears for our own growing older and neglected and forgotten.
It does all end up being an issue of who and how we are when we face the abundance of our own lives and the lives of those others who mean something to us.
N’est-ce pas?
April 1, 2008 at 12:29 pm
Steven
It’s always a walk down memory lane when you come back home. There may be a lot of stuff, or just a box that has the right memorabilia that makes you want to sit back and reminisce. I’ll never forget finding the film Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde that my friend and I made in junior high when we turned his garage into a “laboratory.”