This past weekend, Miriam and I helped my mom clean out the basement. And there was a ton of crap down there. And while we got rid of a ton of stuff, there’s still a lot down there that is now organized (but probably needs to be thrown out one of these days). I only got a few photos:
And I mean filthy. After hours of sorting through books (some moldy from the bottom shelf), toys, papers, and other random stuff (including a 75-pound weight that I almost dropped on my finger, only slightly squashing it), I even had dirt in my nose.
Those are my skates! We also found some of those metal skates that fit over your sneaker, but these were special.
I’m guessing someone gave them to me around 25 years ago (actually, maybe not quite 25 years ago; I have no idea when or where I got them). My mom asked if I want to save them for The Pie; not only will she probably never fit into them, but I’m also guessing that they’re not so safe. There are no stoppers on them (although my mom said there are holes for such things; how do stoppers fall off?). In any case, I finally threw them out. It was painful. I wish I still fit into them so I could skate around the neighborhood in them. I’m so cool.
Then I only took one other photo:
Those are Dolly Pops. And they’re so cute! And now they’re garbage.
Then I was just too dirty to try to get any more photos. Plus, it’s hard to take photos with gloves on. Miriam and I dragged a ton of garbage upstairs, including an old treadmill (we’re super strong). I hope my mom doesn’t get fined because we put out a lot of trash on a non-trash day. But it gave people plenty of time to come pick through it (our trash is someone else’s treasure)…until it poured. All over the books that weren’t in bad shape (we just didn’t want them). Blurg. But someone took the treadmill! So all was not lost.
In other news, it’s 6:36 a.m.! I’m off to do a ten-minute yoga session before getting ready for work. Right after I view the weather report. Those are the rules.
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4-2-2009 at 09:48:06
What, no Strawberry Shortcake or Carebear paraphernalia?
4-2-2009 at 10:35:30
They must’ve gone long ago. Or they’re somewhere else in the basement. We didn’t clear out everything. I also had dolls that were like scratch-and-sniff dolls; one smelled like vanilla, one like chocolate. I wonder if they’re around somewhere! (Probably in our cedar closet, which we didn’t touch, because that thing is scary. It’ll take a week just to sort that out.)
4-2-2009 at 12:53:33
If you find those dolls you should neither sniff nor smell them. Thank you for not giving the pie the roller skates of death. Glad #1 mother in law used to let you roll around with no brakes. Did she also stop her old station wagon with her feet like Fred Flintstone? Looking forward to seeing you all next week for matzahfest 2009.
4-2-2009 at 13:12:07
Nice to see you here, #1 b-i-l! That’s hilarious about the station wagon. And no, I don’t think she stopped it with her feet, but I think Adam did. Six more sleeps!
4-2-2009 at 16:54:22
Thanks for the photo, Sara. It is so falttering of me!
Very funny, #1. Looking forward to seeing you guys, too.
4-2-2009 at 19:40:48
Um, #1 husband, “sniff” and “smell” are pretty much the same thing. Just saying.
I know exactly which dolls you are talking about and I want to know what sort of earth-killing compound they contained to make them smell like that for years.
And loved those skates. You threw them out????? You could have just gotten a stopper. #1 b-i-l fits in them for sure. His feet are mad small.
4-3-2009 at 00:31:16
Oh, Scratch, now I’m extra sad that I threw them out. But what can you do? I think they really did need to go. They probably smell way worse than those dolls when you scratch and sniff them.
4-3-2009 at 09:44:55
I was just coming over here to bully you into updating your blog, and what did I discover? The awesomeness of MY LITTLE PONY SKATES AND DOLLY POPS. And I thank you.
Also? That trapper keeper folder about blew my mind. I haven’t thought about trapper keepers in forever, which is a shame because I had one with kittens on it that was about 35 shades of TOTALLY RAD.
4-3-2009 at 10:37:56
I am so sorry Sara for giving you sadness.I was thinking about it and was just going to say that they probably smelled even more special than they looked, so you beat me to it.
I do believe that a Trapper Keeper folder was just called a “Trapper,” hence the beautiful plastic/velcro organizer we know as the “Trapper Keeper.” Am I correct or no? It’s ok either way.
I had the less popular version of the Mead family of organizers…the Data *Something*. It did not close all the way, but instead had an organizer section and a clip board on the last section. Inferior product, at least to my 3rd grade mind. Mom let Sam and Adam choose first.
Thanks, bros. It’s like the time they sang me a song in first grade, all the walk home, about the new sneakers I loved so much:
Rejects!
They fit your feet so fine!
Rejects!
They only cost a dime!
Almost 28 years later and I can still hear it in my ears.
Nothing really to do with the post, but thought you’d enjoy it all the same.
4-3-2009 at 11:13:07
Thank you girls for all your help. It’s fun watching you get excited about things from the “old days.”
Can’t wait for the whole gang to be together. “Always a party on Marwood Street!”
4-3-2009 at 11:14:52
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Data Center!
That’s where I kept all my 3rd grade data. I think I had planets on it…
4-3-2009 at 12:16:26
JT: I think one of us (Rachel? Also known as “Scratch” here.) had a Papa Smurf Trapper Keeper; it was in our garage for a long time, I think. Unless it’s the inferior product she was talking about before. I’m glad the awesomeness that is my blog has made your day. You know what would make mine? If you had that baby already so I can see her awesome cuteness.
Scratch: I never really thought of that; the folders were Trappers and the organizer was the Keeper of the Trappers? Wow. You blew my mind. And the boys sure traumatized you (“I was traumalized!”) if you remember that song so well, although that’s how they are, traumatizing. Although you shouldn’t feel sad about your sneakers. I was just telling someone at work the other day something similar: I was reading an article about how it’s been 15 years since Kurt Cobain died (whhhhaaaaa?!), and that I remember being so upset on the bus the next day with my friend, and that I’m still honoring KC by wearing my Converse. However, in ninth grade, I had imitation Converse from Payless. And people made fun of them. Geez, I think this story just made everything worse.
Mama: It’ll be fun to have everyone together. Even more fun: We should have everyone drag something up from the basement to put out in the garbage. Then they can have just as good a time as we did last weekend.
4-3-2009 at 14:23:06
My people are free and no longer have to haul bricks or smelly remnants from the 80′s out of your basement.
4-3-2009 at 17:03:25
#1 b-i-l fyi, a large bunch of the stuff belongs to your spouse. Anything that is not claimed this Passover week – will be eliminated by the clean-up crew!! That includes the garage and all other rooms in the Marwood mansion. And, by the way – I hauled plenty out of New Westminster and I have been free alot longer than you!!
Can’t wait to see you #1 son-in-law.
4-3-2009 at 18:08:36
Good one, Mama! You are so not free. And neither am I, since I think I’m part of that clean-up crew.
4-3-2009 at 23:46:09
wait…Ijust re-read…you threw out the Dolly Pops too?
wtf?
4-4-2009 at 03:09:20
Mama said the Pops were filthy and that she’d never let the kids play with them. Plus, I think there used to be a million more girls and outfits than you see there. Please don’t forgot that this crap was in the basement. In the little room. You know what that means, right? (It smelled in there.) Mama also reminded me tonight of my My Little Pony sneakers! Remember those, Scratch? She said you had them, but I said those were mine; they were pink with velcro, and they were totally stylin’. Ah, the ’80s, how I miss you.
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