I love a good estate sale. Nothing is quite so much fun as spotting an estate sale sign when I actually have time to stop and check it out. I’ve found good pieces of older furniture, lovely glass serving dishes, antique Christmas ornaments, books, tools, old linens that I can donate to the Humane Society, and lots of other useful stuff. I especially like going on the second day of the sale, when there isn’t quite as much to choose from, but everything that remains is marked “half off.” I’ve found some terrific bargains that way.
But even though I love estate sales, wandering through the houses in search of bargain-priced treasures is also just a little bit sad. I can usually get a pretty good sense of who lived in the house, even though I’ve never met them. As I go from room to room, I can see what the person’s taste was in books, home furnishings and clothing. Sometimes, looking through the remains of their worldly possessions, I can even tell where they went to church, what their hobbies were, or what they did for a living. I am reminded that the items for sale belonged to a real person at one time, and some of those things were probably very special to them. And yet now they are sitting in an empty house with a price tag attached, being pawed through by total strangers. I can’t help but wonder how that would make the person who owned them feel.
Even though I’m a minimalist at heart, I know that sometimes I still spend way too much time and money acquiring possessions, especially the things that are special to me. I have certain authors that I love and I buy every book of theirs that I can get my hands on, and I have eight prints hanging on my walls by my favorite local artist. Even though the two Christmas trees I put up every year are already loaded with glass antique ornaments, I still buy more, if they are in good shape and reasonably priced. Every single room in my house has at least one thing in it that I treasure. And yet I know that some day (hopefully in the distant future), any and all of it could end up in my estate sale, priced to sell quickly.
The thing is, no matter how much “treasure” we manage to accumulate in our lives, there’s no guarantee that any of it is going to be valued when we’re gone. Our stuff is not who we are, and it’s not what people are going to remember us by. When I shop those estate sales, I can understand only a little bit of the person whose possessions I’m sorting through. I may see their tastes and some of their life story, but I have no idea how they acted, how they treated other people or what their deepest values were. Because I didn’t know that person, and I only see the stuff they’ve left behind.
So I don’t want to make the mistake of putting too much value on my things, even the things I value the most. When I’m gone, I know that what I’ll really be remembered by was whether I was kind or cruel, generous or selfish, willing to take risks or always playing it safe, etc. In short, I’ll be remembered by how much I was willing to try, in my own clumsy way, to make the world around me a better place. That’s not something that will be put in my will or sold at my estate sale, but ultimately, it’s the only legacy that really matters.
Beautifully stated Ann. I totally get it! Can’t add anymore, except to say – YES! And I have a feeling you will be remembered for good things! 🙂
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Thank you Jodi! But I have to admit that I’m counting on my family and friends to forget a few things, too! Ha!
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Aren’t we all?! 🙂
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It is obvious from this post what a sweet and thoughtful person you are, Ann. You have a big heart. Thank you for sharing this experience with us.
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Thank you, Taara! You are very sweet, and your blog is both interesting and insightful! I always enjoy reading it.
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What a thoughtful post, Ann. You’re right about walking into an estate sale and seeing what was once lives on display and for sale. Very sad.
Fortunately the legacy you leave your family and friends won’t be treated in the same manner or subject to a price tag. What you’ve given them is priceless. They will remember you for all the right reasons.
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Thank you George! It is always a bit sad to see someone’s precious treasures on sale after they are gone, but that’s also what helps me remember that stuff is just stuff. It’s how we live our lives and treat other people that is our true legacy, and no one can put a price on that. And I know that your family will have tons of great memories about you, and know how much your enriched their lives…..
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A beautiful post as always Ann… There’s always something valuable to take from all your writings. I feel a strange connection to you through your writing but I’ve always felt alittle hesitant or shy about commenting for some reason. Maybe it’s because I see parts of myself in you. Anyway, another great post. I hope you have a wonderful week 😊
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Thank you for the kind words, Deanne! I feel the same way about your poems; they often strike a deep chord with me. Your posts are honest and touching, and I’m always glad I read them.
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That’s very true. Generally speaking, it’s our behavior toward other people that has the most impact in the end. Stuff is just stuff.
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Ann, this is really touching and profound. Made me tear up.
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Thank you so much, Dena! Really looking forward to seeing you this spring!
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George Carlin did a great sketch on ‘Stuff’ if you can find it on the internet. With my last move I got rid of SO much ‘stuff’ and boy did it feel good…to friends, to the dump (I felt guilty throwing things away), donating… And I hope now to accumulate less. But it’s true there are some things we love, although I’m easily learning to love less material things. Your last paragraph is poignant and true Ann, as all our physical wealth can disappear in a flash by a careless match. Thank you for this beautiful post.
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Thank you so much! And it does feel good to get rid of stuff, doesn’t it? I think too much stuff can get in the way of living the life we really want to live….
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