How sentimental are y’all?

Stuff is just stuff. Memories are where its at.

Was recently faced with this, though most of it wasn’t valuable or frankly very nice. Some of the furniture but truthfully, no one wanted it or more directly needed it or had room for it. I’m 50+, I don’t need more stuff from my 70+ year old MILs estate.

It’s a huge mind shift with the coming generations.

Boomers inherited the few items of value/true heirlooms from their parents (and their grandparents had very few valued items due to growing up in frugal conditions)

But the younger generation has less space and less want for all this stuff…and so many boomers are basically hoarders at this point.

Take the one or two things that make you happy for the memory but you have to let go of things instead of them just being stuck in a box for years and years

I believe I am more sentimental than most. When a loved one passes, I seldom go for the valuable items like most people do. Instead, I go for items that bring back memories of my childhood associated with that person. For instance, no one understood why I wanted my grandmother’s pot the she cooked spaghetti in every Sunday for 50 or 60 years. It is just an old raggedy pot to most people, but it is priceless to me.

Fairly. I try to keep it to a small number of items though.

Sometimes it’s the little things. I have my Dad’s 1950’s Rolex, but it’s a handwritten poem to my mother that I cherish the most.

I’m only sentimental about my kids, not much else

I'm probably overly sentimental. I have stuff from four generations in my home ranging from photos, recordings, firearms, parts off old paddle wheelers from the 1800s, LSU student tickets from the 1940s, Dad's toy train set from 1936 as well as his 1957 Thunderbird. Lots of stuff from the tobacco farm in West Virginia where my mother was raised as well. Not to mention a good portion of the furniture that my parents had in their home from the year they were married in 1964. Lots of true antique stuff too.

Also... I never really thought about what happened to all the teeth I lost that were taken away by the tooth fairy until I opened a box that my mother had stashed away for me to open after she passed away last August. Yup, every last one of 'em in envelopes. I have absolutely no idea what in the world to do with those.

I prolly need to see a psychiatrist about this.