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It's not just stereos that the kids don't want.

Definitely a generous definition of heirlooms.

Heirlooms to me are, my great grandmother's silverware (over 100 years old). One hundred years worth of family photographs. My grandmother's paintings.

Everything else in my mother's house? She spent forty years as a social worker for Pete's sake. Everything else is disposable and she wouldn't argue any differently.

Along with the above mentioned, there's also value in the house itself, as with all property. And my girlfriend is actually fond of the house and the property (more so then I am after twenty years of living there). But frankly, a working class woman didn't accumulate much fine art or furniture.
 
All this downsizing just means more stuff for me to sort through at the local Goodwill.
 
I live very near Galveston Bay and when hurricane Ike was about 12 hours away I went back to the house for one last look to see what I wanted to save.

It is an odd feeling to stand in a room and look at stuff you may never see again. I was surprised that most of my stuff didn't pass the must take with me hurdle.

I suspect that when I am gone, the estate sale will be a lot of fun for some, as we have collected a lot of neat stuff, but at the end of the day, most of it is just stuff.

My wife and I agree on this...nobody is going to like your stuff as much as you do.

We were not flooded by Ike, but many were not so lucky.
 
I had one of those millennials who are little boze speaker fans over to the house a bit ago. He needed to use the computer for a school (law school) paper he was finishing. He was in the room for about a hour and I came down to visit. Stereo was on local jazz station while he was in the room. He looks at me and says "Sounds like a studio in here". Heard music parts he never heard before. I told him it's just good quality components and a room full of stuff. No echo.
He gets some of it when I get my harp.
As for furniture we spent a couple years finding antique cupboards, wardrobes in the rough. Wood pegged mortised joints.. Stripped the paint and use it all. No way they will see the Goodwill.
 
That article seemed like a veiled ad for the senior move management company. I've been seeing a log of that lately. Our local news has a lot of stories that are really just a big advertisement for someone.

It's called a native ad. Money likely changed hands for that "story" to be done.

There were a few pieces of furniture I wish I could have gotten from my grandmother when she expired. I got my dads stereo gear when he passed because my mom had no interest in keeping it. My mom is still alive and other than her collection of art, her possessions are mostly ordinary and practical, so there won't be much heartache to see it all go when it's time.
 
When my mom passed away, I loaded up the Jeep with several loads of housewares, dishes, pots, pans etc and gave them to the local Saver store. It got so I would get the "You again" from the workers who would help unload the boxes. I remember going into the store and checking the aisles, not one thing I dropped off was there, it had all been sold, or skimmed off the top. As to the furniture, which was in really good shape, I couldn't give it away. I offered it to folks in my office, who needed help financially, young kids, or divorced dads, nobody wanted it for the price of renting a Uhaul. I gave it all to the porters in her building to put in their locker room, including the water cooler. They loved it, plus the fifties I was spreading around didn't hurt.
 
I had the same problem when my parents died. They were depression era kids ... i.e., hoarders. Threw away more junk than you can imagine. My dad had put 3 old non-functioning lawnmowers in the attic for God's sake. What on earth did he think he was going to do with them? Beats me, but he saved them for future generations.
Your dad and my dad must have been distantly related. :D When I was about three or four years old, we had this old floor-to-ceiling lamp in the corner of the den, which had three spotlights on it with shades. Since it was getting flaky at that time, he removed it. So naturally, 40 years later, guess what we threw out when we cleaned out that basement? :D

He used to bring home "stuff" from places he worked at. Plus, he had machinists tools, bits of metal, a box of miscellaneous pipe pieces that fit no plumbing in the house, and a lot of old things that had broken down over the years. He had an entire (but outdated) set of the Thomas Registry books in hardcover, plus a cupboard full of old manuals and papers from various workplaces. Since he used to work on automotive interiors, he had brought home a ton of vinyl remnants. Plus, we had three industrial sewing machines, one a double-needle. (I had a buyer on eBay, down south, ship me up a wood crate three separate times to send those down to him. :D )

Oh, and did I mention he used to make champagne? He had at least a dozen glass five-gallon bottles that had varying stages of vinegar in them, not to mention about 14 cases of empty champagne bottles he had collected from friends and relatives over the years for bottling it. It was a great hobby for a while, but then he got too busy with his last job, and then fell ill from a stroke.

A few things I kept but for the most part, whatever didn't go to the Salivation Army was tossed at the curb.

There were a few pieces of furniture I wish I could have gotten from my grandmother when she expired. I got my dads stereo gear when he passed because my mom had no interest in keeping it.
I am still hurting for this...my grandfather built a lot of Heathkits. The audio system he had when I was a tot was one of those integrated amps that now fetch a few bucks on eBay. He had the mono tuner to go with it, and it had an add-on stereo multiplex adapter to play stereo FM. He stuck it in the basement when he built a new solid state Heathkit receiver (which I still have...the one thing of his that I kept). But as for that tubed integrated amp? My uncles tossed the console it was in, out at the curb on garbage night, about 25 years ago. And at the time, I'm thinking nobody would want "that old off-brand tube junk". Duh. Had I known, I would have grabbed at least that amp and stashed it somewhere. (Since he had it mounted in a console, I don't think he had the case for it.)

My mom is still alive and other than her collection of art, her possessions are mostly ordinary and practical, so there won't be much heartache to see it all go when it's time.
Since my mother was a commercial artist throughout her life, she tackled many mediums as hobbies and of course, everyone in the family wanted a piece of it. ;) I have the pieces she won national awards for. And my youngest is entering art college in September, and she appreciates all of it. So I have a good person to hand it down to. :)

As to the furniture, which was in really good shape, I couldn't give it away. I offered it to folks in my office, who needed help financially, young kids, or divorced dads, nobody wanted it for the price of renting a Uhaul.
I have a lot of my own hoarding to get rid of (some of it is still from my parents' house, as I haven't had time to go through a lot of it). And as old as it is, I still have my parents' Ethan Allen living room set. It has held up for 43 years but is getting frayed. (At their house, the living room was only used when guests came over.) I am getting new furniture soon.

I mention this because I know that the old furniture and other "stuff" will not sell, but I am going to try both my local Freecycle mailing list, and the free category on Craigslist, to get rid of it. Smaller things I can haul to Salivation Army. Anything else will get picked up by the GFL boys on trash day. (Can't say "Rizzo" around here...locals will know what I mean. ;) )
 
I think the crux of the issue is that we live in a throw away society. It started I think with globalization of economies where things could be made cheaper somewhere else, but a lot of cheap goods never had craftsmanship in it and often didn't hold up well either. What it did though was to run those domestic factories out of business.

Now, 20, 30 years later a whole generation has grown up with throwaway products and in some places they make ski slopes from the mountains of trash. It's mostly the older members here that still remember about things that were made to last. Today, while cars are better than ever, it is a certainty that they won't last as long in terms of years due to the black boxes, and complexity, parts availability etc they will be "totaled" just by not being worth fixing. I suspect some of the newer audio gear will fit into this category as well.

No big surprise that the youth don't want anything passed down to them. They were raised with throwaway products, and most stuff is too big to move and fit into their smaller dwellings or fit into the Uber. .
 


"I'll take it"
, I sold mine, which was named "Black Betty", and have regretted it ever since. Problem is, I will likely be gone, before you will, but you might put it in your will "just in case" :angel:
I could do that, but that would mess up my plans for burial. I was thinking about hiring a big Cat excavator to dig a big hole somewhere on the property and then prop up my mortal remains behind the wheel of the 65, put it in neutral, roll it in and backfill it..

I do have a backup plan however. Put my corpse into my boat (again me behind the wheel), doused with the appropriate amount of gasoline and send me off Viking style!
 
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When we recently moved from an apartment to full timing in our motorcoach we had quite a bit of pretty nice furniture to get rid of. About 8 year old contemporary stuff, all made in the United States or other high wage countries, bought from Room and Board and a couple of Scandinavian furniture shops in Chicago.

So we took it to an upscale furniture consignment shop in St. Augustine and the stuff has been selling steadily and bringing decent dough. The two Stressless chairs sold the first day.
 
I could do that, but that would mess up my plans for burial. I was thinking about hiring a big Cat excavator to dig a big hole somewhere on the property and then prop up my mortal remains behind the wheel of the 65 and backfill it..


Like a Celtic chieften, buried with your weapons, jewelry and car (history freaks often call a chariot a car).

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This baby boomer idea that everything they own has some kind of intrinsic value has simply not been fleshed out by my experience growing up with working class and middle class folks. And it certainly isn't a phenomenon brought on by millennials. Most older folks I know have homes full of mostly disposable furniture made out of vinyl veneer and particle board.

At least when I buy that **** at IKEA I know I'm doing it because it's cheap and I don't pretend it's worth anything.

Yet another ugly reality of our society on a whole that millennials are getting a disproportionate amount of blame for? Thanks guys.
 
Face it. Nobody wants your old ****.

Yes & no. When my grandparents passed away a few years back, none of my cousins wanted any of the furniture. They were antiques many years before the time we were cleaning out their place. I ended up with most of it. Now....as my mother is close to 70, I will have to go through it all again. There are some pieces of furniture that I will never get rid of that were hers, and then there's more modern stuff that is going straight into the dumpster. She still has my dad's mish-mash of stereo components and there are only a couple of pieces that I would keep from it, the rest will be sold after going through them, as most of it ended up being from the mid 1990's and isn't sought after. So for you to say "no one wants your ****".....is kind of a half truth. If it was totally true, Ebay and other auction sights like it wouldn't exist.
 
I could do that, but that would mess up my plans for burial. I was thinking about hiring a big Cat excavator to dig a big hole somewhere on the property and then prop up my mortal remains behind the wheel of the 65 and backfill it..

Or maybe something like this: Not quite as morbid IMHO

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