I’m 57 years old and nobody cares what my ACT score was. Including me. Which made the results an easy toss into the shred box during the Great Hampton Street Purge of 2022-2023.
We moved my elderly dad out of his house into a memory care unit in July of 2022. It took almost another full year to clear out his home on Hampton Street and sell it. I can’t tell you how many boxes we hauled to the thrift store or garbage bags we dragged to the driveway or dumpsters we filled. I can tell you how many shredders we went through: three.
Was it hard? Yes. His house was 370 miles away from where we live so going there each month took planning, time, and money. Our clean-up crew was largely Jeremy and I, with occasional help from Brian, the neighbor across the street, and my best friend, Lynnette, who’d drive down from the Cities when she could. And there was just so much stuff, from four generations of our family, and because it was all mixed together, we couldn’t randomly toss things out for fear of trashing some document or family heirloom that needed to be kept.
Our family history, including my own, was packed into a ranch-style house, three garage stalls, and a metal storage shed. And we emptied it. All of it. I still wonder if I did it right.
When it’s your turn, if it hasn’t been already, this is what I want you to know:
Every family has secrets. They’ll reveal themselves through letters, pictures, cards, newspaper clippings, official documents, artwork, and random notes stuffed in Bibles, boxes, and drawers. Not all secrets are bad. Some are enlightening and may actually help you make sense of some family dynamics that you couldn’t quite figure out over the years.
Sometimes stuff is just…stuff. Your family likely worked hard for the things they had and tried to build the best home they could, for their generation and the generations to follow. Not everything is worth keeping, it just isn’t, and when you’re looking to sell things, most of it won’t have the value you think it does. Use your head AND your heart. Great grandma’s handmade quilt should go to a family member who’ll appreciate it. Three shelves of mismatched Tupperware can go to the dumpster.
Let it go. If you’re currently the keeper of family historical items and your kids are adults who have homes and families of their own, consider handing down those items now. You’re not just passing down the heirloom itself, you’re telling the story behind it and why it matters to your family. That’s how family histories go on. If the current generation gets it after someone dies or succumbs to a disease that robs their memory, they have no context to relate things to. And they’ll end up passing down boxes with photos that say “Aunt Pearl and some guy” on the back because they don’t know the story or the people. Pass the items down now, see them displayed in your kids’ homes, and know that your family history will live on after you’re gone.
Rediscover who you are. If you’re one of those people who had your life planned out since you were six and everything is going exactly as planned, I applaud you. With sincerity not sarcasm. I’ve strayed from the path I thought I was on many times over the years, even veered off the road and into the ditch a couple of times. When you’re unearthing the mysteries of your family during a purge, look for clues about yourself, too. In cleaning out my Dad’s house, I found reference letters and notes and awards and newspaper clippings from my life from birth through college that were pretty good reminders that there were people who believed I would do amazing things with my life. Sometimes when we get older, we need to be reminded of that once in a while.
Roll with the emotions. Sorting out generations of your family history and deciding what happens with it is emotional. You’ll laugh, cry, swear, scream, throw up your hands in frustration – and that’s just while emptying out the dresser in the guest room. Life is a rollercoaster of emotions every day and when you’re purging a house, it’s life you’re sorting out. Let it all out.
I kept a few things from this experience, things that probably won’t mean anything to anyone else in my family. I don’t have kids to pass them down to but I’ll have them with me until I go, to remind me that this is who I come from and this is who I am. It’s worth the work to know that.