June 7, 2007
Two years ago we downsized and moved from a 1900 sq
foot home to a 1200 sq foot town home. Brand new beginning and brand
new environment. We moved from Las Vegas to Henderson. This part of
Henderson, NV is very close to Boulder City, so when we go to Las
Vegas which is 11 or so miles away, we say we are going "to town."
With downsizing, there is a downside. That means
getting rid of "stuff." We had a yard sale and sold or should I say
"gave away" a lot. Then we moved and realized that I had over 500
video tapes. I had been collecting video tapes since 1981 when we got
our first VCR. I had all the Daytime Emmy Awards since 1981 on tape.
I had all the Tony Geary, Genie Francis, Maurice Benard and other
actors from General Hospital interviews on tape. I had the entire Luke
and Laura storyline on tape. I had everything that I thought was
important on tape. I traded, sent money to Australia and then a group
of us bought a special VCR to convert the Australian tapes to the
American version tapes so we could have these General Hospital
storylines before 1981 for our individual collections. I had movies
that I had to tape off of HBO. And now, with so many memories on and
in tape, I had no choice but to get rid of them. We had no room!!!
There was absolutely no room at the Chez Bennett INN for this stuff.
Throwing out first tape was the hardest. After that it got easier and
easier. It was a cleansing experience. The memories of collecting them
were still in my heart. However they weren't taking up the room we so
desperately needed in our new Town Home.
Then I found a box of stuff that belonged to our
son. There were awards he won during his schooldays here in Las Vegas
and some awards and memories from NY. Being the ever proud mom, I
called him and asked if he wanted them. "No mom, you can get rid of
them." he said. Get rid of them???? "Get rid of my school report
cards, awards, health card, pictures I drew and anything else you
want," he said. He had already raided the house for his baby and
younger photos. "What is wrong with him?" I thought? How could he ask
me to get rid of this stuff? I was recently in the 99 cent store. I
found this little Incredible Hulk Pez toy. I sent it to him. He asked
me why I bought it and sent it. So ever the mom, I said, "Oh I
remembered you loving the Hulk as a child." With that he said, "I
never liked the Hulk. Spiderman, Superman, but never the Hulk. " So
like an idiot, I argued. I told him a story of when we lived in NY and
we would drive down to the So. Bronx to pick up his dad from work. At
that time the So. Bronx was very run down. Windows were blown out of
apartment buildings, lots of graffiti. Granted he was all of 3 years
old. However, one day while driving to pick up Steve, our son looked
up at the devastation and said, "Mommy, was the Incredible Hulk here?"
He laughed at the story, but had no memory of it.
The stuff is my memories. When I speak to women who
are my friends we discuss cleaning out the "crap," I heard my son's
words coming out of their mouths about their children. It's the same
stories. The kids wanted nothing to do with their first kindergarten
picture they brought home. The doll they had to sleep with or their
special blanket. These are their mom's memories. Not theirs. They are
now making their own memories and collecting their own stuff.
There is something to be said for cleaning house.
I've cleaned out this stuff and threw it away. It's cathartic. I have
cleaned the closet of memories, friends and enemies. Some I am able to
dispose of quickly. Others take a little longer. The memories I
have kept, will continue in my heart. Garbage day is Monday and
Thursday. It's nice to know I can always get rid of my stuff but never
Oh, mirror in the
What is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail thru the changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?
... Stevie Nicks, c1975
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