Robert Wallace

How I hated that cowlick when I was five. Of course, now I wish I had hair there.  Stumbling on this dusty profile in preparation for our final move into a 55+ community, I hesitate.  I keep donating and discarding things that my kids won’t want or know about when I’m gone.  Why should they have to rummage through too much STUFF?   A few times, during this culling expedition, I’ve sent distant people little photos and photo albums of themselves (like my elementary school friend Jeannie Andalman, for example).  These usually come from STUFF that my mom collected and never threw out. 

But what do I do about this picture that came out of storage?  There will be no more storage, period.  There’s no room for it on the walls.  Those places need to be adorned with our precious ancestors to look at in gratitude and newer grandchildren’s photos to view in appreciation and hope.   I ponder, what would my mom advise?  Do I hold my nose and dump it?  Help!!!! 

Any Ideas???? 

Anyone out there want it?