Cast Iron Memories

As we countdown to retirement and continue downsizing, we have told the kids and grandkids about our plans. Nearly everyone has basically said, they’ve been expecting it. I guess we are not mysterious at all. Of course our house has a definite beachy theme going on and we take our vacations there, so maybe it isn’t so far-fetched that we would one day plan to move there.

Our daughter Michele is the only one who was at all surprised. I actually thought she was mad when we told her and her husband Chad. He wasn’t surprised at all. She asked him how he knew…of course he didn’t know, he just wasn’t surprised. He told her to think about it and after a couple of minutes she calmed down and began to at least listen to our plans.

We told each of the kids they needed to let us know if there was something they wanted from our house. A piece of furniture, picture or something because we were going to be downsizing and selling, donating or otherwise ridding ourselves of our worldly possessions. Well, that’s a little dramatic, but we really are going to get rid of almost everything. Our goal is to leave town with one truckload. The truck size has not been determined yet.

Of course none of the kids wanted to come in like vultures, but we assured them that if we couldn’t give a particular item to them we would let them know. I was surprised by their choices. Michele wanted an antique vanity that I use as a make up table. It surprised me because she’s never really been into antiques and it doesn’t seem her style. But, she used to come into my room in the mornings and sit at my desk (it was a different one than I’m using now) to do her hair and makeup. I think it’s the memories of that, that make her choose the vanity. If not, I’m going with that because it makes me feel happy thinking that’s what it is. Her husband, Chad is all about Bob’s horns and hunting stuff. He’s got a room, man cave if you will that is all about Seahawks and hunting. That was no surprise.

My daughter-in-law said, “I want that whole wall”. Referring to a wall in our kitchen that has old antique and rusty enamel ware. Most of it was found across the road from us at an old homestead up the hill. It has bullet holes and rust, it’s misshapen and I love it. It makes me happy that she wants it for her home. Our son wasn’t surprised by our decision to move, he just doesn’t believe his dad will ever retire, therefore we won’t be moving. So we’ve just suggested to him some things he might want. Dad’s bobcat that he shot years and years ago that’s always hung somewhere in the house. Some of the gifts that he’s made us over the years. “You still have this?” “I can’t believe you kept this!” … Yes my darling, I have kept nearly everything you ever made me.

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Joey and the twins, 3 of our grandkids, were here so much when they were young that everything here is a memory to them. This is home to them. Not that they didn’t have a great home, they were just here a lot with us when they were young. Joey is engaged and living with a sweet wonderful girl, Bre and he was so close to my mom before she passed that he will gladly take anything that was hers. So, he gets her dishes that I have…on one condition…they have to use them. They can’t just stick them in a box. I did because i was so afraid of breaking them, and now it’s time to give them away and I really never got to enjoy them. They aren’t china, they’re just dishes. They need to be used.

Aaron has yet to name anything, although i’m sure he’ll think of something. Oh he’s asked for practical things, dish cloths, bathroom rugs, a desk, nothing sentimental yet. Caleb said, “Oh Grama, I know exactly what I want. Remember when we were using the metal detector in the field and we found that part of an old toy? That’s what I want!” I had to think about this for a while, but finally remembered, we found an old cast iron tractor toy. Actually just a part of it and yes, I still have it. Now that’s what I mean, everything is a memory.

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I’m so excited about the things they’ve chosen. There will be more as we get closer, dig deeper purge more. But these things are my memories that will keep me close to my kids and grandkids. They are my heart and I think they’ve got good memories to hold on to too. I’m sure they’ll have lots of stories to tell their kids and grandkids someday too, and with any luck, I can tell them a few of my own as we play on the beach together.

I have a vitamin deficiency, I am in need of vitamin sea.

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Thank Goodness Time Marches On…

I am so very happy today is here. The day after Election Day. Now that is a day to be celebrated. Not the outcome necessarily, for some, I suppose so. But I mean it was time for this whole debacle to be done. I won’t tell you who got my vote, it doesn’t matter at this point. What matters is that we start the healing process. This election has turned friends against each other, husbands and wives are at odds, strangers have tried dragging us into discussions and then get angry because we didn’t agree with their point of view. We are supposed to be a nation of tolerance, we are supposed to be able to believe in what we want to believe in. Yes, you are allowed to believe what you choose too, but you are not allowed to bully me to believe it too.

I heard so many people say they weren’t voting because of the mess, and I think I heard about as many say they were voting because of the mess. “I’m voting to cancel out so and so’s vote” (husband, friend or foe) I also heard the story of people not voting for who they wanted because someone explained to them that it would be a wasted vote. I have news for you, if you voted for someone other than your own choice, it was a wasted vote anyway. Own your choice, it may or may not be the right one, but there’s no guarantee that the person you’re listening to is right either. Own your choices, not just in an election but in life as well.

I don’t think any of us could have predicted which way this would go. Good, bad or indifferent, let’s move on and try to never again allow such a mess of our election process. Deal?

Wait, you were serious?

I know I talked about the beginning a couple posts ago. I kind of misspoke or miss-typed. Anyway, thinking about it, the beginning actually began before the beginning as described in “The Beginning” post. Got it? Good.

We, Bob and I have talked about living at the beach for years. We lived once, early in our life together, in a small town about 90 miles from the coast. Unfortunately at the time we were busy trying to build our empire, such as it is. We were raising kids, working and still getting to know each other, really. So we didn’t get to the beach very much then. We didn’t  have money then for vacations other than heading inland to Spokane, Wa., our hometown to see family. Eventually we moved home and didn’t think about the amazing coast for awhile.

You know, you go along doing what you do and time goes by so quickly. Pretty soon the kids are grown and if you’re lucky like me, you get to become better friends with your spouse again. You begin to talk, not about the kids and grades or dentist visits or bills. You talk to each other, if you’re lucky. Actually that isn’t true, it isn’t luck, at least not all luck. It’s work, all of marriage is work, and work can be very fulfilling. But, if you work together and listen to each other, that’s when the luck comes in and you and your ‘best friend’ begin to dream together and make plans again.

My Mom and Sister took a little trip together one year…to the ocean. We left Spokane at midnight and drove to Lincoln City, OR. We got there about 8 am. We drove all night so we didn’t miss a day at the beach. We had a ball. We laughed and talked, we shopped and watched the whales in the ocean. We walked on the beach and we giggled like school girls and I felt like I had returned home. I knew this was where I was supposed to be. The 3 of us took many more trips like that, then we took grandkids with us. You know you have to teach them the best things in life. Eventually my hubby started going with us. It didn’t bother him being surrounded by all us gals, it did take him awhile to get used to not being the boss. Not really, he just didn’t understand when we’d just turn off and drive through some neighborhood, picking out our new beachfront home. Or up a hillside we’d go just to take a photo of some old dead tree. It took him awhile to come around to seeing that this was just part of the fun. Then something magical happened, HE turned off the beaten path, down a winding road, just to see what we could see.

As happens in life, the grandkids grew, my sis met a man, got married and moved away. My Mama passed away so now it’s back to just Bob and me going to the beach every year. Turning off those main roads, just to see what there is to see. We began talking about moving to the coast when we retire. I thought it was just talk. But, earlier this year, we sat down and really talked about it. He will retire in a little over a year, both our parents are gone, our kids are grown so we have no obligations keeping us here after next year.

Bob started purging. I mean anything that wasn’t tied down in the shop. Actually even some of that was being packed up…sold. He sold a whole trailer load from his shop and barn. And he kept going! I feared for the dog and myself! I tried to talk to him to slow the roll. “You don’t want to get rid of this, or that, you’ve had them longer than I’ve known you” I told him. He hit me with a good dose of reality then, telling me “you’ve wanted to do this for years and now that I’m ready you’re dragging your feet”! It’s only a year till I retire we have years of collecting to get rid of.

Wait, what? You’re serious? I really didn’t think he’d ever really do it.

So, here is really “The Beginning”. We have so much to do. We have to get rid of all this stuff. The beach is calling, the salt air is wafting and the ocean is waving. I have to go, I have yard sales to do, rooms to paint and beach bungalow shopping to to do.

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Now this is an adventure!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Retiring, the beginning…

Hi there, welcome. This is an exciting time in my life. My husband is nearing retirement and we’re beginning to make plans on this next phase in our lives. It’s an exciting time, I’m learning a lot and I thought some of you might like to come along with me on this journey. I bet you’ll be able to teach me a few things along the way and maybe you will learn something too. Or maybe we’ll just have a little fun.

I have been married to my husband and best friend for over 33 years now. We’ve worked hard, raised children, had grandchildren and laughed a lot along the way. We have worked for other people, changed jobs, started businesses, closed businesses and started new ones. We’ve lived in apartments, lived with our parents, moved around, bought houses, built a house and now we’re nearing retirement and planning to sell again.

In our retirement adventure, we are planning on drastically downsizing, selling our home, moving to a new town in a new state and buying a home there. We have a lot of work to do and the way time flies, not a lot of time to do it in.

That’s where you come in. To do that we need to…you guessed it…downsize. Hence the name of this blog, Retirizing. So, come along with me, tell me what you’ve learned or maybe even wonder about yourself. We’ll find out what this retirizing is all about and I bet we can have some fun with this!