The Memory HOARDER…

So many of you know me, may already know my favorite channel – HGTV.  I love to watch as people’s homes start out in one state and in the span of 30 minutes becomes something completely different – warm, inviting, appealing.  And it’s no secret to all of you that I try and do a lot of those things on my own here at home.  But recently I’ve found that there’s another channel, or should I say 1 show in particular that’s been drawing me away from HGTV.  This isn’t American Idol so I’ll cut right to the chase, no cutting to commercial now.  It’s A&E ‘s HOARDERS. 

Hoarders

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Yes, HOARDERS.  Yuck.  Even the sound of the name is repulsive.  But there’s something about the show that compels me and draws me in.  Sometimes the people looked really mentally off.  But sometimes they are remarkably lucent and yet still have trouble letting go of things.  Although the things are so piled high in their homes that they have to create little footpaths to get through.  Relatives will fall and break arms or legs and yet the clutter, the mountains of things remain. 

pathway in a hoarder's home

Their inability to let the things go really confuses me.  I mean if it came down to one of my children or a photo album from my childhood, that photo album would be history.  These people make connections to things.  And those things instantly will transport them in their mind to that time/place in their memories when they experienced something wonderful.  An empty old wooden basket reminded one woman of her father.  And although it was not from her childhood.  She didn’t want to part with it.

As much as I might not want to admit it, as much as we all might not want to admit it.  We all have a little HOARDER somewhere in us.  I distinctly remember the first time it dawned on me that there was a little piece of a hoarder in me.  Another   I was watching an episode and the counselor was talking to one homeown about reducing her collection of jelly jars.  Which caused a huge issue for her.  She didn’t want to part with any of them.  And in my mind as I watched her dilemma, instantly a picture of my own collection of jelly jars that sat on top of the fridge flashed in my mind.  Needless to say, I placed all the jars in the recycle bin that day. 

Me rocking Christopher in the rocking chair when he was a baby

But we all have things in our lives that at times can transport us to memories.  The nursery rocking chair that has temporarily become my computer desk chair for one.  I sat in it yesterday and just rocked for a moment and closed my eyes.  And I was transported back to nights awake alone with my children.  Breastfeeding, changing pampers, baby lotion, soft skin, falling asleep sitting up with the baby asleep in my arms.  And for that moment, I thought, I’m never going to get rid of this ratty old rocker. 

embracing what's to come...

But then I remembered, my memories will always be  there.  A rocker won’t solidify them anymore.  And if I crowd my mind with memories of the past, who could really embrace the wonderful present and the even more wonderful future?

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4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Catalina
    Oct 15, 2010 @ 15:32:38

    You are so right! My husband is a bit of a hoarder and I’ve never been able to understand why he holds on to the clutter of garbage he has collected over the years. It’s so bad that I secretly toss his stuff out little by little so he won’t notice. If I would have never done this over the years, we would now be buried in his collection of memories. I too believe that material things have very little weight in holding precious memories. (I throw nearly everything away. From one extreme to another.) Sometimes it’s okay to hold on to one piece of material item but, within reasonable limits. I say, if you love that rocking chair and can find a home for it, then keep it. 😉

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  2. realityrock
    Oct 15, 2010 @ 19:53:01

    Cool post! I also like seeing that show every once and a while to remind me how bad stuff is for my health, my sanity, and my life. The less stuff, the more life. It’s something I definitely aspire to.

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    • latinabella
      Oct 16, 2010 @ 14:01:19

      Wow, that’s an awesome correlation… More stuff = less life. . Less stuff = more life. Simple easy to remember and definitely something that will help me to part with more things in my life as I seek more life. Thanks for your comment!

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