My husband is a pack rat -- self admitted. He's not as bad as some, and certainly getting better as the years go by, but the truth is that when moving from place to place earlier in our marriage, we had this conversation more than once:
Me: "Honey, can we toss this cold-water tap handle now?"
Husband: "No!"
Me: "But..."
Husband: "Hey, you can't get these anymore."
And that was the end of that. We still have that handle, and the bent-up vintage Coca Cola sign, and the Ivory flakes...
More than 15 years ago my husband scavenged an old National Geographic Magazine from someone's throw-away pile. Ask me how embarrassed I was.
Mortified! I'm sure we must have had words about it.
Today though, Fifi was transported back to WWII because that scavenged National Geographic is dated July, 1942 and includes pictures and headlines of the events we study today -- only she's reading it as it happened, but in the future -- or in the present -- er...something like that.
And it is magnificent coverage! In a day before instant news, 24-hour headlines and more commentators than journalists, this magazine spelled it all out. There are fantastic pictures with informative captions, lengthy narratives and maps showing battle and troop movements.
So, you were right Husband. Thank you for being a pack rat and not worrying about what the neighbors might say about your "dumpster dive."
Though...really...the Coca Cola sign? It's not even nice enough to hang in the garage. Let's let it go, huh?
2 comments:
Oh, I have a pack rat hubby, too. Unfortunatly, we have yet to stumble across something he's decided to keep and actually needed it. If we did need something he kept, we couldn't find it. I'd rather have a pack rat husband than some other fault, though.
I cannot believe you actually have Ivory flakes. Amazing.
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