A change from wringing ...

everything but.... A way to get to sit down to rest after the daily hard graft of sift and sort ... is to loosely research items found of interest in it’s worth ... 

The coin knowledge expanding in mules, rarity, period of different metals used. We had always thought that unless manufactured in minimum, everyone would do the same when a new change in money notes or coins are made, before the previous type eventually being withdrawn from mass circulation. Most people will keep the last of something. The change fron the old system of money meant that along with many at the time my husband and I were issued with the blue covered souvenir wallet of decimal coins in its own wallet in 1971, when this conversion came into force. This one grand example of how the new coinage of low serial numbers in the first issue days are more valuable than the last issues, the mistakes made in minting and printing the new money sometimes not noticed until after circulation, or the rarity of pre 1940s metals are more sought after than items that are two a penny. You will still get many times the value of some coins that are in certain eras etc. Old, out of currency notes are always available for face value exchange at the Bank of England. I noticed some websites exchange money for less the face value ... 

The memorabilia value of videos and tour merchandise of some now dead people ... David Bowie, Michael Jackson. The higher value in the dark stuff in both these genres ...  ie not the mainstream films or pop singers. The more cult style of horror ... or music style of not so popular tastes ... 

Just out of curiosity I looked up about the videos, for a long time now, no charity shop will take these. There is a word too for our more dated modern tech., including the machines we used to play our VHS on which out populated the Betas ... my late husband’s family chose VHS ... his cousin Beta... 

I was able to share with my daughter this now hidden history, to see these type of household products at The Museum of the home, where in these places time and evolving advancements is preserved by room examples ... 

It really shows a good example of how time moves on, a time back when I thought the radiograms of previous generations positively ancient back then ... The retro in vintage now antique in my own time line in the cross over of Millenia ...  My immediate grandparents and their families now born over a century ago. The rolling history of World War I into the historic century recalls of the Women’s vote at the Polls in the UK ... the elite classes system, the racial undertones within this gender period of all women who live in Britain too...

My own historic undertones in others possessions kept  ... whilst I am agitated ... I attempt to look at the more fascinating side of the sift in a mix up of life .... the concept of each bit the space is appearing. The exercise in movement of shifting in small doses beneficial in each attempt... especially on aspects I have no interest normally in.

On retrospect I never really been interested in collecting Wade, dolls, coins, stamps, autographs to name some. I did like books. I liked crafting, had a babysitting circle with my sister. And sold some cooking, as well as the charity stuff ... I enjoyed gaining experiences rather than the Guide badges. And I have always assisted people. We have enjoyed the coves within walking distant of a home town long in visits since I left Cornwall, lopping at bottles riding  on the tidal crest of a river than runs through the middle of a town ... and of course honing the art of skimming stones ... apart from the now void gap in my life ...

This is a most refreshing time of getting to appreciate non collecting times ... a somewhat farcical time in reverse whist I declutter in extreme ... and assisting others again ... 

A little hyper

though no surprise ... once you start something it is hard to switch off. I could not sleep, therefore I dragged some more of the mixture of belongings in my legacy out of a stuffed room ... 

I have come across a stamp album of my father in laws; I will take this to Kernow for we are to catalogue things to auction of Dads ... I am between many belongings not just of hoard. The collections passed to us to sort through ... from the many deaths of close people. 

The things of interest to them and not necessarily us. The collections of Postcards, stamps, and other items. My sister and I are assisting our Mum who like me can do some aspects like clothes, toiletries t when it comes to things to dispose of items on a death of a spouse. 

The tools we will not use ... though the hobbies in our possession now from our particular spouse is a different matter altogether... 

Whispering Dishes over the summer

of the satellite kind to whispering winds recently with frozen crisp footsteps for some, while others getting wet in downpours. 

The gradually build up of twinkling Christmassy lights and sights shining from homes. It was a case of spot the door wreath, for the last bus journey to a hospital this year, where a cluster of us give time and energy.... the stories some pour out to you in disclosing what they wish too, takes the mind off your own concerns awhile. 

The penultimate Shopping trip now done. The time it takes to get round the stores, a lot longer whatever time you venture out, now until Christmas Day is done and over. The batty time when the movement of goods fail awhile this time of year.

The  just in case I am stuck on my own goodies if plans fail to happen this current year.... like those Festivities past that did happen to fall apart ... if things do fall in place I am on countdown to our own celebrations of a death day remembrance ... then it is time to spend special days on a few times with a daughter this year.... the second in her own home ... 

The girl guide motto still with us as a family of ‘Be Prepared’ for whatever happens back on track ... 

A Quarter of a year

The immense differences in a way that cannot be seen. A few trips in environments that helped in the recovery space. 

A busmans holiday that is becoming a way forward to approach the avoidance. The latest one last month whereby the three of us in a home welcoming a new pup. Mum is sweeping through the home with a zest to catch up from the time when our late Dad was slipping away from us. And more impending things were happening. The task this time to get another room spruced up and cleaned out to make way for the perpetual modern changes that usually happens in the home as time moves on ... The belongings shared to a different way of life. The reminders of Dad speedily removed on his death. Everyone deals with this in their own way. The shoes, coats, dressing gown. toothbrush long gone now. I had none of this process in the usual way. It is the same but not in our situation... 

A complete away from it all on an island for a long weekend of board games, the films watched of an evening. A short while out each day exploring the Welsh scenery... a daughter easing the pain of life outside subtly and quietly for me. The autumnal crisp cold air not putting us off. We were completely away from all our adjustments of life without  a close family member deceased. This particularly bereavement being out of the natural order of life ... 

A road that was travelled on the North Wales Expressway leading to watching a film that is now festively apt ... The Polar Express. There are classic new traditions that happen, not only when someone passes during the festive season, but when your children set up home themselves with a partner with their extended family. A family where there is the birth Mum and a foster Mum. I have met the birth Mum once, the foster Mum more times including getting to share the forthcoming two meals planned for the festive period this year. One meal out. The other at her home with the extended family including those who reside in Spain, who are over for the holidays on Christmas Day. 

This forthcoming time with my family and new friends, along with once again becoming a National Trust Member ... the benefits of the partially open places out of season to visit in the North West of England. That is if the weather is mild. Otherwise movies and the magic of more board games ...  and staying local. This along with those crochet hooks and knitting or sewing needles creating on a more regular basis, busy with projects for others. I really get to achieve a little more when away from the tasks in progress in my own home ... 

The Before and After

of much in a room quite in removal..  a face off each time ... the paper flutter of others ... I have no idea where this came from ...I can only assume it fell out of my in law's paraphernalia ... 

I couldn't resist a peek at a little of what still to come by whilst I wound it down for now. The mess created in getting this achieved astronomical and a little hateful ...A little whitening in the aged look of life I do not wish to be remembered in parts ... though the finds intriguing of what is tucked inside and drop out in mass sifting of others thoughts  .....

Interesting facts

in fellow trauma incidents in how we are perceived ... the percolating emotions others gives. I have had a lot to process as do they. Yet we all have a common thread. What is portrayed is not text book to how we feel after such experiences from the outer in to our various worlds of the inexplicable pattern of behaviour in reverse to our situations ... 

Interesting....

Burrowed back into

tasks in hand with a twist ... the diversions of much beyond thy control. The Science 🔬 museum trip. The hospital visit. The social housing Property MOT much discussed now in fruition ... a lot more work for those involved. And more documents to those incessantly inaccessible... For me a discussion on repairs still undone in five years worth of repeated drain queries mucking up the back and the eternal paddle to the bin stores in wet weather ... I am coming back where maintenance bothers me. 

Meanwhile absorbed in the usual functions to keep house;  whilst easing into dragging about much in excess still to retain or disperse still ToDo ...