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Lessons Learned From An Estate Sale

Updated on January 14, 2014

Over the course of our lifetime, we acquire, collect, and surround ourselves with things. Those “things” might be a piece of furniture or some trinket sitting on a shelf, but most will represent a time, a place, or a person from our past that we want to remember. And then, age or declining health sneaks up on us and we find that we have to pack a bag and leave all those memories behind. When that time comes, our family and friends or perhaps even a stranger will face the dilemma of settling our estate. This is the story of my family’s journey through that process and what we learned along the way.

What's in a name?

We called it an estate sale, but it wasn’t, not really. We didn’t own an estate. No, we just had a modest, three bedroom ranch house with a carport converted to a den. We had a basement too, but that’s just what it was, a basement. It was a full basement but not a finished one. There never was enough interest or money to turn it into a real living space, but that old basement got plenty of use. It was the place where Dad tinkered and Mom did the laundry. It was the place where everything was stored and children played when the weather was bad. Memories were made in that basement.

A Little Background

To fully understand the humor of our having an estate sale, you need a bit of background. We weren’t dirt poor, but there wasn’t a lot of excess either. Anything that came into our house got used until it couldn’t be used anymore. Dad worked long hours and Mom kept an immaculate house. That was her job. Cleaning was done on a schedule. Closets were cleaned with the change of every season; windows washed in the Spring and Fall. The bed linens were changed every Friday like clockwork. Visitors to our house were guaranteed two things – cleanliness and good food.

Mom was a terrific cook. All week long she clipped coupons from the newspaper and eagerly waited for the announcement of double coupon day at the grocery store. Then, she shopped. It took all day for Mom to buy groceries and as kids, we hated those days. Mom went from one store to the next grabbing all the bargains. At night, she would sit with her cookbooks and make a meal plan for the week with what she had purchased. Only now can I fully appreciate what went into the delicious meals she served.

Thee are memories in that stuff

You’re probably wondering why any of this is important to writing about an estate sale. I’ll get to that in a few minutes, but for now, close your eyes and picture a full, unfinished basement lined with shelves full of groceries. Now, while your eyes are closed, imagine more shelves. Those shelves contain every pot, pan, or cooking gadget that either stopped working or was replaced by one that did a more efficient job. Add a plethora of Tupperware, Rubbermaid, and other assorted containers. All of that was Mom’s basement collection.

Now, let’s visit the other side of the basement, the place where Dad tinkered. His workbench was built by hand and like Mom, he was an organizer. Every tool had a place and every nut, bolt, or screw was in a labeled container. With materials he salvaged from things that didn’t work anymore, Dad had something to fix almost anything. And, if he didn’t know how to fix it, he figured it out by trial and error. I think he learned by taking things apart and putting them back together, but there was a natural aptitude that contributed to his success. Dad could build or fix anything if he had the parts.

The center of the basement belonged to us, the kids. We roller skated around and around and around in that small space. We built a business out of cardboard boxes and played retailer with empty food containers that Mom saved for us. We played air guitar with brooms and drummed on cake tins and empty cardboard boxes. As long as we didn’t disturb the neighbors, Mom turned a blind eye while we made toys of her treasures.

Where did all that stuff come from?

As years passed and the kids left home, the basement became the graveyard for everything that wasn’t being used anymore. Cards and letters written by friends and family were stored in boxes. Furniture that we acquired when aging relatives gave up their homes or passed away found a home in our basement. As an adult, I never really noticed or cared about that old furniture, at least not until I was tasked with getting rid of it. And that brings me back to the topic of this piece – the estate sale.

When we realized how much old furniture was in that basement, my brother and consulted with an estate specialist. We were advised to have a sale, an estate sale, which would draw collectors of old stuff to our sale. There is a difference in an estate sale and a yard sale. An estate sale brings out people with money in their pockets looking for that special piece. A yard sale brings out the budget minded, looking for almost anything that doesn’t cost very much. We know this now.

Estate Sale Preparation

After weeks of extracting the treasures from my parents' estate and organizing it all according to categories such as electronics, appliances, collectibles, furniture, clothing, etc., We began pricing things. Much of it required some internet research for appropriate pricing. The specialist suggested we set a table with the silver and china for “visual enhancement” and display the collectibles in strategic places too. We ignored that advice. We just wanted to have a sale and be done with it. There was already too much to be done and we (my brother and I) weren’t looking to add more work to this process.

Clothing became our albatross. Best defined by, an albatross is a constant, worrisome burden. There were dozens upon dozens of like new coats, dresses, skirts, suits, shirts, and pants. And, dozens of hours went in to the sorting by gender and size. Once the sheer volume was appreciated, my brother built a display rack that would make it easier for shoppers to find what they were looking for. This estate sale business was starting to feel like real work.

Sale Day Arrives

Finally, the day of the sale came. We advertised it everywhere possible and the crowd arrived early. Friends were recruited to help monitor the crowd since each and every room of that little house was filled with the treasures of a lifetime. There was costume jewelry, trinkets, antiques, books, and music to go with the furniture and clothes and gadgets too. Yes, we were satisfied that there was something for everyone and that at the end of the day, we would have money in our pockets and an empty house. What fools we were.

We accomplished our goal though. By advertising as an estate sale, we did bring out the collectors of old furniture but to our dismay, they weren’t looking for “old furniture”. They wanted old furniture made by the more well known manufacturers of “valuable” old furniture. Ours, was simply – old. All was not lost though. A few bargain shoppers stopped by and bought some of the kitchen goods, tools, books, and gadgets. We made a little money and in hindsight were very happy that we had not pulled everything out into the yard for the sale. In other words, we were glad we didn’t have to put it all back inside the house at the end of the day.

The stuff. Some sold. Some didn't.

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Sold!Some sold, some went to the Estate Specialist.Sold!Donated to charity.Some sold, some didn't.Some sold, some didn't.Sold!Sold!Sold!
Sold! | Source
Some sold, some went to the Estate Specialist.
Some sold, some went to the Estate Specialist. | Source
Sold! | Source
Donated to charity.
Donated to charity. | Source
Some sold, some didn't.
Some sold, some didn't. | Source
Some sold, some didn't.
Some sold, some didn't. | Source
Sold! | Source
Sold! | Source
Sold! | Source

After the sale, what now?

One look at what we didn’t sell was depressing and we wondered if we would ever get that little house empty and on the market for sale. Friends suggested Craigslist and Ebay. Countless hours were spent taking photos and, editing the photos, to be used on Craigslist which proved to be little more than a huge headache. Trust me when I say that for every twenty inquiries on Craigslist, one would actually show up to look at the item. By the time we were ready to turn to Ebay (a last resort), we had had enough.

After a few weeks of frustration, we made our next phone call to the estate specialist who gave us a lump payment to take most of the remaining items. They came, they packed, and they filled two big trucks with the remnants of a modest life. The clothes were donated to a charity and the little grocery store in the basement was shared with friends. The only thing left from our house of treasures was a few ceramic treasures and those were given to Ebay consignment business who did the work of taking photos and writing descriptions for a percentage of the sale. The house was finally EMPTY.

Estate sale items of value that eventually went to the Estate Specialist because they did not sell

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Passed down through three generations but I never knew it and never really looked at it.From my Granny's kitchen.  We never used it for anything but storage.From an estate sale.  Turned out to be quite valuable but not to us.  Our first refrigerator and it still works better than the new ones. Proved to have value but didn't sell.Sold!
Passed down through three generations but I never knew it and never really looked at it.
Passed down through three generations but I never knew it and never really looked at it. | Source
From my Granny's kitchen.  We never used it for anything but storage.
From my Granny's kitchen. We never used it for anything but storage. | Source
From an estate sale.  Turned out to be quite valuable but not to us.
From an estate sale. Turned out to be quite valuable but not to us. | Source
Our first refrigerator and it still works better than the new ones.
Our first refrigerator and it still works better than the new ones. | Source
Proved to have value but didn't sell.
Proved to have value but didn't sell. | Source
Sold! | Source

Lessons Learned

There is a reason for sharing this experience. We, my brother and I, learned so much in this process and we want to share the lessons.

  • There is a difference between an estate sale and a yard sale. If your household income is modest or less, call it a yard sale if you want to sell things.
  • Never put a price on things. Let someone make you an offer and then negotiate.
  • Although difficult, it is a privilege to comb through the contents of your parents treasures. You will learn things about them that you never knew.
  • Old doesn’t mean valuable. The real value is in the memories, not in the age.
  • Things that you think have no value may be the most valuable.
  • Look through those old papers. You may discover hidden love notes or secrets about your family that really matter.
  • As your pack up your family’s home, you will hold and touch things you’ve never seen before. Cherish the moment. To touch is to be touched.
  • One man’s trash is indeed another’s treasure. Find happiness in knowing that those things that no longer served you will bring joy to others.
  • If you can’t sell it, give it away. You’ll be glad you did.

Hindsight is 20/20

No, my childhood home was not an estate. It was a home. It was a home where parents raised their children with values and expectations. We were expected to be honest, to be charitable, and to be responsible. When my Mom and Dad could no longer live in their home, we made a difficult decision. We did the right thing. We found a good place for them to live and promised to take care of their treasures. We understood that those things were kept not for their value but for the memories they held.

Few children can say they have touched every thing their parents owned. When faced with packing up the memories, it may initially seem like a burden. In fact, it may prove to be a real labor of love. As we finalized our sale of my parents home, I realized that each item I had touched held the love and memories of a family whose foundation was love. Although the process was painful and the memories bittersweet, we have closed one door and opened another. A “Sold” sign sits in the yard of that little modest house where an “Estate Sale” sign stood only two months ago. Soon, a young family will move in and begin collecting things in hat old unfinished basement once again. And one day, years from now, their children will have the privilege of packing up the memories. I wish them love in every touch.

© 2014 Linda Crist


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    Linda Crist 3 years ago from Central Virginia

    Lady Summerset, what a lovely idea you have for leaving your children and grandchildren notes of love to discover. When I found love letters that were written between my Mom and Dad, I lost it. I knew how much they loved each other but to see it in their own handwriting just blew me away. Yes, we will all have this experience at some point. What we do with it is what makes the difference. Your children are blessed. Thanks for the visit.

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    Lady Summerset 3 years ago from Willingboro, New Jersey

    This is something most of us will HAVE to do at one time or other. It is a beautifully written piece and evokes sadness all the same. It is the cycle of life and reminds us to create memories with the things that we collect. That what makes them priceless. In fact, I'm thinking about leaving special notes of love, encouragement, and best wishes for my children and grands to remind them of how much we loved them in our things. So that, packing up will be a more joyious occasion. Thanks so much for sharing!

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    Linda Crist 3 years ago from Central Virginia

    Heidi, thank you for the visit.I hope your friend will get through it without too much stress. It is very emotional but I am proof that you can survive.

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    Heidi Thorne 3 years ago from Chicago Area

    A friend of mine is going through this process right now. It can be a lot of work and very emotional. Some great tips for dealing with the situation!

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    Linda Crist 3 years ago from Central Virginia

    ologsinquito, thanks for the visit. I am sentimental too but after going through this, I am letting go of some things. I am taking photos and then passing them on for someone else to enjoy. Of course you can't pass on those childhood drawings but you can photograph them. After so many years, the paper becomes brittle anyway and they start to fall apart. With a photo, you'll never lose them.

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    ologsinquito 3 years ago from USA

    It's hard to part with items that hold a sentimental value. I have trouble letting go of my grandmother's kitchen items because they remind me of her. The other things I like to keep are my children's preschool and elementary school drawings.

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    Linda Crist 3 years ago from Central Virginia

    Dolores, I know what you mean. But having gone through my Mom and Dad's stuff, I am determined that no one will have the same burden with me. I'm going to scale down. I promise. lol

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    Peg Cole 3 years ago from Dallas, Texas

    Beautifully written and touching story of letting go of things while still cherishing the memories. What you've shared here is so much more than explaining the process of conducting an estate sale. You've captured the essence of remembering our childhood and honoring the lives our parents carved out for us through their practices and hobbies.

    I'm in that process now, tasked with going through my mother's house where she's gathered the things which meant so much to her over the past 20 years. It is a painful process, filled with emotion. My brother and sister have visited from out of state and retrieved the things that have meaning to them. Still, it is difficult to say goodbye to the idea that Mom and her sister were just across the street for so many years.

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    Dolores Monet 3 years ago from East Coast, United States

    I am terrible at getting rid of the old stuff of dead relatives for just the reasons that you mentioned. Pick up an old glass that has not been used in years and think of getting rid of it, but then I recall happy times when we all sat around the table drinking wine and eating a fabulous meal...and I can't bear to get rid of them. I feel sorry for my kids and the stuff they'll have to go through, haha.

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    Linda Crist 3 years ago from Central Virginia

    Lisa, thank you for the visit and comment.

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    LisaKeating 3 years ago

    Nice hub. Thanks for information. I love to shop at estate sales, but there is usually some sadness there. I agree that it is good to pass on treasures for others to enjoy.

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    Linda Crist 4 years ago from Central Virginia

    Barbara Kay, thanks for the visit and sharing your experience. How nice that someone paid you more than you were asking for those pieces. That's a great story and probably doesn't happen very often. It is a daunting task for sure and I have a lot of work to do if I'm going to save my family from a nightmare. lol

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    Barbara Badder 4 years ago from USA

    We had to go through this when my FIL passed away. We advertised it as an estate sale and sold at garage sale prices. The old furniture we sold to an antique dealer first.

    We did make some mistakes doing it that way. Someone looking for antiques bought some items and paid us more than we were asking because they said they were worth more. Probably worth way more then we were asking was my thought afterwards.

    Cleaning out someone's house is a lot of work. I started getting rid of some of my own treasures after that. It was a good thing, because we ended up moving a few years later.

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    Doris James-MizBejabbers 4 years ago

    Oh, yes, my parents were children of the depression. Sounds like yours were, too. My dad sharpened and oiled his old tools until they disintegrated.

    I am definitely following you. I checked to see if you had somehow gotten "unfollowed" (not by me) but you are still there. This is happening to some of my other "friends", too.

    I slipped on ice in the parking lot at work and broke my leg in January, and I'm still recovering from that. Since I had not made it in the door to the building, it can't be classified as workers' comp under state law, so I'm still recovering financially from that -- and still paying out, too. Mr. B recovered enough from his total knee replacement to take care of me when I couldn't walk.

    I hope you are doing well. It sounds like your life is beginning to settle down to normalcy. Love and light to you.

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    Linda Crist 4 years ago from Central Virginia

    Miz are like sunshine on a cloudy day. I get so excited when I see you've left me some of your wisdom on my hubs. I've missed you tooooooo! How are you and Mr. B?

    Yes, I've been busy but it sure hasn't been with writing, which I also miss. I think I'm still healing from the emotional trauma of this past year and just running a little empty. I have great ideas for some hubs but when I sit down to explore them, I go blank. lol

    I love the story of your Mom's chairs. One man's another's treasure. Your Mom must have been very frugal, like my Mom. Mom put slip covers on everything, and dresser scarves too. God forbid we risk getting a scratch on a piece of wood. This was a real journey for me and I learned more about my Mom and Dad than I could have imagined. So now we've cut ties with the physical (the old house and land) and it's time to move on. I just need some git-up for my go.

    As for the notifications, I don't understand it. Are you sure you're following me? I think gremlins get into HubPages sometimes.

    Good to hear from you. I'm sending you love, light, and hugs.

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    Doris James-MizBejabbers 4 years ago

    Linda, how touching! I know it was painful going through your parents’ possessions and parting with them. And there is a big difference between an estate sale and a yard sale. My brother and I went through this in 2012, and we hired a professional estate sale person to do it for us. Mom died in 2008, and we kept the house for four years to use when we went “home”. We had to let it go when the money to keep it up ran out. We were very pleased with our results although we paid the lady 25% of the proceeds, and she was allowed to take anything left over so we didn't have to worry about disposing of it. She sold all the furniture except a rickety dresser and chest from the 1970s that had been my late sister’s. Like your parents’ house, my parents were not wealthy nor did they own anything really special.

    Mom had these two chairs with mismatching crappy slip covers that she had made. One chair was in the little den off the dining room and the other was in her bedroom. The sale lady put $35 each on them. I pulled up the slip covers and discovered clean turquoise 1950s upholstery in like-new condition on them. I called the sale lady and suggested that she remove the slip covers (and burn the horrible things) and sell them as a pair. She thought it was a good idea. We priced them at $150 for a “pair of mid-century modern chairs”, and got it!

    I don’t know what is going on, but I’m still not receiving any notifications of your hubs and those of some other people I'm following. I thought you were still on hiatus until I saw a comment from you on another hub. I guess I’ll have to start checking for you personally because it looks like you’ve been busy. I was missing you and I’ll have to remedy that.

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    Glenn Stok 4 years ago from Long Island, NY

    This was a really good hub, Linda. Well written and informative. The lessons learned section at the end is most valuable. I have gone to both estate sales and garage sales. But I never gave thought to the difference. You have made that clear for me now.

    A few years ago when I moved I sold items that I no longer needed on Craigslist and on eBay. I'm sorry to hear those two sites didn't work for you, but I found much success with them. I used Craigslist for the larger items that could not be shipped. The small items sold well on eBay.

    Getting back to your hub, I just want to say that I thoroughly enjoyed the way you expressed the history in your introduction and led on to the experience of the sales and lessons learned.

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    Linda Crist 4 years ago from Central Virginia

    Hello sweet Faith! I have been away for so long and it is good to hear from you. I think of you often and especially when I write about this journey with my parents. I agree that the lessons learned are bittersweet. But, isn't it a gift to see our mothers through different eyes? Just goes to show that there is so much to learn about the people we love. Hope you are well. I send you love and hugs.

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    Faith Reaper 4 years ago from southern USA

    Aw, Linda, this is a heartrending read here. I am sorry I did not see it until now. You have written so beautifully of your experiences here. It moved me to tears, truly. I am reminded of when my brother and I were going through our mother's papers. She kept every note, message, you name it, and we learned so much about our sweet mother that we had not known before and much to our surprise. We knew our mother for mother and then going through her things, we knew and understood her even more so. How lovely and sad at the same time.

    Blessings and hugs,

    Faith Reaper

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    Linda Crist 4 years ago from Central Virginia

    Kathleen, few can tell a story like yours. So often the process divides families instead of bringing them together. Yes, your Mom would surely be proud. I appreciate you visit and compliment. Blessings to you too.

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    Kathleen Cochran 4 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

    Between the four of us, plus 8 grandchildren, and 4 greatgrands, we divided up most of my parents possessions. It was interesting how little was left to be given away and what those things turned out to be. The best part was that we all got through the process without a cross word. Mom would be proud!

    Thanks for a good job with this hub. Blessings.

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    Linda Crist 4 years ago from Central Virginia

    Pearl, trust me, I am far from courageous. I have cried buckets of tears over the closure of this chapter in our life. I do hope that our old house will bring joy to its new owners but like you, can barely force myself to look at it. There are soooo many memories. Ironically, I have to pass that house to visit my parents and I do that several times a week. I understand your feelings. But, on a more positive note....what a delight that we also share the memory of the skate key on the post. The love is in the most minor detail, isn't it? Hugs to you!

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    Connie Smith 4 years ago from Southern Tier New York State

    Linda, I am so sorry to hear of the loss of your little friend. I don't think there is anything harder than saying goodbye to one who has been such a big part of your life, but has asked nothing in return but to be loved.

    When you mentioned the skate keys, I caught my breath! I had a skate key hanging from a nail on the post by the stairs in the basement. I had forgotten about it until I read your response to my comment. It was then that I realized how significant those tiny objects can be.

    I admire the strength it took for you and your brother to lock the door and walk away. To this day, I cannot bring myself to look at what used to be my parents' home, when we have to go by there on the way to my brother's house.


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    Linda Crist 4 years ago from Central Virginia

    Pearl, you have warmed my heart on this cold and sad day. I lost my little dog two days ago so I needed a lift. There was so much warmth and depth in your words that I could almost feel it physically. Weren't we lucky girls - back then? One of the best moments of packing up our old home was finding two skate keys (mine and my brothers) still hanging on a peg at the bottom of the stairs. We decided that those two keys would be the last thing to leave the house and when all was done, my brother and I met there, put our skate keys in our pocket, and locked the door behind us. It was a precious moment, albeit somewhat silly. I'm so glad you visited today. I too feel that sisterhood with you.

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    Connie Smith 4 years ago from Southern Tier New York State

    Oh Linda, this was so touching and beautifully written, and it hit home (no pun intended). I remember fondly my aching legs from roller skating in our unfinished basement. Round and round I went without boredom while my brothers played with their toy trucks and cars. When we were older, the ping pong table beckoned as soon as homework and daily chores were done.

    My Mom was very well organized and a good cook, too. Dad started out as a tv repairman at home, so the basement as well as several card tables in our small livingroom (much to Mom's despair) held all his tinkerings and tools.

    It was indeed sad and bittersweet for me to pack up the things that had been my childhood and beyond. Everything was lovingly used, but as you say, it was not an estate. Just a 3 bedroom ranch with an attic and a basement full of memories and love, laughter and tears. At the time I did this, there was no Ebay or Craigslist! But what did not sell was donated and hopefully found new life with another family. Thanks for sharing your experiences.

    I feel like we are 'sisters' in many ways from reading this lovely article, my friend ;)Pearl

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    Linda Crist 4 years ago from Central Virginia

    tirelesstraveler - I'm laughing out loud. My brother thought I was looney too, UNTIL...we started finding the treasures. Like you, we have no regrets and are excited for the new family who will make memories in that old house. Thanks for the giggle and the visit too.

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    Judy Specht 4 years ago from California

    I thought my brother was looney when he dug in his heels and methodically wanted to go through everything thing in our mom's house. Going through every part of the house was the best thing we ever did. When the house was sold, we walked away, no regrets and no backward yearnings.

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    Linda Crist 4 years ago from Central Virginia

    Hi Melissa. Thanks for stopping by. I'm glad you were able to appreciate this article. We did some things right and some things wrong. The most important thing is that it's finally done and we learned a lot. I hope you don't have to deal with this, ever.

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    Melissa Propp 4 years ago from Minnesota

    That was beautifully written Linda. And quite useful! I have not had to go through this process yet with my parents home, but I'm sure the day will come. Thank you for sharing your experience with us.

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    Linda Crist 4 years ago from Central Virginia

    Oh Shauna, those are precious memories and they made us who we are today. Yes, going through this sale was tough but I learned so much about life and love that it was absolutely worth every painful minute. Thanks girlfriend. I love sharing these memories with you.

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    Shauna L Bowling 4 years ago from Central Florida

    Linda, I can only imagine how hard that was for you. I happen to love 'old' furniture. My own home is furnished with items found at Salvation Army, antique shops and pieces my parents gave me that have been in the family since I was a little girl. Those pieces make my house 'home'.

    I used to play store, too. I also played school in our finished basement in Philly. My parents had picked up 6 old school desks from an elementary school that was being refurbished, complete with kids' carvings on the desktops. Remember the old school desks where the seat was attached to the desk behind you? That's what they were. My mom painted each one a different color, hung a blackboard on the wall facing the 'school room' and I played teacher. Those are good memories permanently etched in my mind.

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    Linda Crist 4 years ago from Central Virginia

    Kindred, the acceptance of a new family took a while but now I am so happy knowing that they are starting a life in the home we left behind. I hope they find all the love we left behind in the spirit of that little house. I loved your piece this morning by the way. Hugs!

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    Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

    That would be hard my dear. All those memories...all that love....but your ending was perfect. For another young family it now becomes a new collector of new memories....and so life marches on...and that's as it should be.

    love coming your way


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    Linda Crist 4 years ago from Central Virginia

    Jackie, thank you for sharing the sock story. I don't think the memories end and I hope they don't. Even the bittersweet ones are reminders of what we have had and lost. I often think about those who never experienced the love I have known from parents who really cared. We are so blessed, you and I.

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    Jackie Lynnley 4 years ago from The Beautiful South

    Such a sad and beautiful story you have shared with us. I have been there and understand it all. It can be hard. Only today with my mom gone over three years now I was gathering rags to put in one place to find quickly when needed; I came across an old beige fluffy sock and realized it had been Moms. All those years ago and remembering still her wearing a certain pair of socks. I didn't cry but I can tell you it brought up many emotions I wasn't expecting from out of the blue. Maybe the memories and emotions never end, I don't know.


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