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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2014 19:17:07 GMT
Stopped at a Savers Thrift Store at lunch and saw 2 carousels of slides, one marked California Trip 1978. Made me sad to think that someone's memories ended up a in thrift store.
Ann
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Post by papersilly on Dec 3, 2014 19:21:31 GMT
that makes me sad. I like strolling around the swap meet and during the height of the recession, it was obvious that people were losing their storage units to auctions for non payment. I would see boxes full of photo albums, school records, awards, etc. sad.
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Post by sisterbdsq on Dec 3, 2014 19:22:49 GMT
Welcome to the wonderful world of thrifting, auctions, estate sales, etc. It's sad.
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Post by **Angie** on Dec 3, 2014 19:25:37 GMT
My grandpa used to buy photos that he found at yard sales and stuff. I don't know what he ever did with them all, but my cousin does the same. She, however, uses them to create vintage-looking jewelry. I know a couple of years ago, she did this quirky little book where she "recreated" a diary using the pictures.
She actually sold 450-500 copies through an independent publisher before the publisher decided to stop the printing for fear of lawsuits.
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Post by Dictionary on Dec 3, 2014 20:11:38 GMT
I get so sick when I see things like that..browse antique stores and there is someone's heritage either lost, tossed aside or forgotten.
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Post by Spongemom Scrappants on Dec 3, 2014 20:20:36 GMT
But what's to be done with all that stuff? I know we all want to believe that "memory be eternal" thought, but it often doesn't happen that way. After a generation or two, many people just don't care.
I have multiple albums scrapped for each of my boys of their lives and they do treasure them -- they pull them out fairly frequently to look through them. And I hope their wives and eventual children will get some pleasure from them, too. But beyond that, will anyone really care?
My best friend never married and has no children. She is also a prolific scrapbooker. I will be the executor of her will and have been left all her scrapbooks. She knows neither her brother or his children will care for them. And frankly, other than friends she and I have in common, her books of full of a bunch of people I don't know and experiences I was not a part of. It's a stretch to think *I* will fully appreciate them, much less anyone I would then in turn leave them to.
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Post by Crack-a-lackin on Dec 3, 2014 20:30:20 GMT
I was thrifting this weekend and saw a framed b&w photo of two boys - you know, the 8x10 portraits of preschool aged kids that were a yearly ritual, and usually a prized possession. It made me so sad to see I almost bought it even though I have no idea what I'd do with it. I keep thinking about it and might go back, especially after seeing this thread.
Maybe I'll make a scrapbook of discarded photos.
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Post by PrettyInPeank on Dec 3, 2014 20:36:46 GMT
It is sad, but if you think about it, no one will know who we even were in a few generations. There are photos of people in my mother's photo albums of people I don't know or recognize. There is zero sentimental attachment. It makes me appreciate life a little more, and realize how fleeting the time we have here really is.
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Post by cyndijane on Dec 3, 2014 20:47:21 GMT
My DH and I run a self-storage facility, among other things, and we *loathe* the auctions. Nine times out of ten, the contents are either of so little value that the person who owns them doesn't care enough about them to pay a ridiculously low settlement offer, OR their life sucks so bad that even if they paid the settlement, they have no way to remove their items (often personal, sentimental items), and they have no place to put them... they just can't afford it. And our company extends so much grace to people, that by the time the auction happens, most of our customers haven't paid in 6-9 months.
We've seen people move their things from 5,000 sqaure foot homes into multiple storage units, because they think they'll turn their luck around- only to go to auction a year later, because they were too proud to just have a garage/estate sale when they still could.
When the "Storage Wars" show came out, everyone started asking us if we did auctions, like it's a game. I'd say it's profiting from someone else's hard times, but I know there's so rarely a profit. Ugh.
(Stepping down from my auctions soapbox... )
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Post by Peamac on Dec 3, 2014 21:37:30 GMT
I love yard sales and thrift stores, but I've only been to one estate I think. It made me so sad to know that I was looking at someone's deceased parents' stuff. It must be hard to stand there and watch people go through all those things you remember from your childhood.
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Post by back to *pea*ality on Dec 3, 2014 21:49:31 GMT
It saddens me especially when I see vintage wedding photo's framed and think, wow, no one wanted that photo as a keepsake.
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Post by myboysnme on Dec 3, 2014 22:01:59 GMT
I developed a life long interest in historic photography when at age 13 I saw a velvet photo album full of old photos from the 19th century. It was $25 and my mother did not have $25 to buy an antique album of strangers. I never forgot it and for a time I collected old photos, especially wedding portraits and children.
I hope there will always be a few people who will be interested in the stories of people who have gone before.
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Post by librarylady on Dec 3, 2014 22:03:38 GMT
Someone put a baby memory book in our church garage sale.  But, as someone pointed out.......after a generation or so, any personal attachment to the photos is gone. Just last week, at my mother's home, I saw a rather large photo of some distant relatives. It is in an oval frame and the photo was probably from the early 1900s. I don't want the photo. None of my 8 siblings and assorted other relatives want it. A few years ago I realized how fleeting our memories will be....the memory of ME as a person = gone by a generation after my death. I barely knew my grandparents (died young). When my generation is gone, the real memories are gone. Unless a person does something very, very important.....their impact on this planet is gone within a generation. We are not immortal, much as we want to be.......
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Post by bigbundt on Dec 3, 2014 22:06:13 GMT
The people themselves might have gotten rid of them. My ILs are currently going through their slides and photos and I found out that they were throwing out anything they didn't think was interesting or with no people. Specifically pictures of town streets, land pictures before they were developed, vacations in places that no longer exist, houses that have been torn down, stuff like that. I told them that historical societies might be interested in some of these pictures, I know our town is always looking for vintage and historical pictures. But they told me no one would be interested in them and it is too much work so they are going to continue to throw them out.  This is also a really good reminder to label your pictures with names! My grandma has been doing this and I make a point to do it when I print out pictures. 
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Post by bigbundt on Dec 3, 2014 22:09:22 GMT
Someone put a baby memory book in our church garage sale.  But, as someone pointed out.......after a generation or so, any personal attachment to the photos is gone. Just last week, at my mother's home, I saw a rather large photo of some distant relatives. It is in an oval frame and the photo was probably from the early 1900s. I don't want the photo. None of my 8 siblings and assorted other relatives want it. I don't understand this! Last year my grandma sent me a picture of my great grandma as a little girl with HER mom (my great-great grandma). It is so interesting to see her as a little girl and see her features in my grandma and even my daughter!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2014 22:34:29 GMT
Aww man. So sad...
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Post by iammikki on Dec 3, 2014 22:35:46 GMT
I have incredibly mixed feelings about this, on one hand, it's really sad but that other part of me would want to buy them and look through them. It reminds me of the story about Vivian Maier, who is now one of the best known street photographers in the world, her (often undeveloped) photos were sold in a storage locker and bought by several folks who discovered her amazing talents so I just imagine finding some amazing and fun photos, what if those negatives contained vintage Disneyland photos?! I would LOVE to have those! There is a fun mystery there to me.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2014 22:38:59 GMT
Someone put a baby memory book in our church garage sale.  But, as someone pointed out.......after a generation or so, any personal attachment to the photos is gone. Just last week, at my mother's home, I saw a rather large photo of some distant relatives. It is in an oval frame and the photo was probably from the early 1900s. I don't want the photo. None of my 8 siblings and assorted other relatives want it. A few years ago I realized how fleeting our memories will be....the memory of ME as a person = gone by a generation after my death. I barely knew my grandparents (died young). When my generation is gone, the real memories are gone. Unless a person does something very, very important.....their impact on this planet is gone within a generation. We are not immortal, much as we want to be....... ^^^^^ That may be the saddest perspective I have ever read. Every person has value in their life story...stories worth passing on to others...especially younger people.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2014 22:55:02 GMT
You don't know the circumstances. I have scanned all of my family's thousands of slides and will be getting rid of the original slides. I don't have a way to look at slides or the space to store that equipment even if I wanted to. The images are preserved, but to be honest, other than those that actually contain images of her grandparents, even the scanned images will hold little value to DD, who most definitely does not want the clutter of slides that she can't even identify.
The memories are preserved and there if she or I want to look at them, but there's no need to keep the physical slides.
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Post by Sue on Dec 3, 2014 23:23:30 GMT
I was surprised to run across a large framed hand-tinted baptismal certificate from 1855 in my local Goodwill last year. What a precious thing for someone to give away. I purchased it and took pictures of it which I uploaded to the appropriate family surname message board on Ancestry. It took a few months but eventually a descendant of the family saw my message and I was able to send the certificate on to him. The family was from Stark county, Ohio and we have no idea how the certificate made its way to Oregon. I was lucky in that there was a name to search for. Now I need to do a better job of marking my own photos etc.!
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Post by eebud on Dec 3, 2014 23:46:11 GMT
I am still holding out hope that DS will someday care about his ancestors and for that matter, documentation of his own childhood. He has never been one to care much about things like that. He doesn't have kids and says he doesn't want to have kids so unless he changes his mind, I don't know if he will ever care. I have a few nice scrapbooks that documented the years from birth through high school graduation. I hope that he will want them but he might not.
As for storage units, I realize that many cannot pay the fee, have fallen on hard times, just don't care, etc. but sometimes the storage unit owner is just irresponsible. My dad was one of those. He worked. He had the money to pay his monthly fee. He didn't pay it for over 5 years. I can't believe they never emptied his unit. The back rent was eventually paid (not going into detail about those specifics) and when he cleared the unit, there was a rug missing. It was a rug that was worth a lot of money. To this day, he will still bring that rug up and talk about who he is absolutely certain stole it (in reality, he has no way of knowing). It is all I can do to bite my tongue and tell him he is damn lucky he got ANYTHING from that unit considering he didn't pay the rent on it for over 5 years.
I LOVE all of the ancestors photos that I have copies of that I have gotten from my mom. She has the originals. I suspect that someday all of that will come to me because she knows that I am the one that cares about it.
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Post by librarylady on Dec 4, 2014 0:21:31 GMT
Someone put a baby memory book in our church garage sale.  But, as someone pointed out.......after a generation or so, any personal attachment to the photos is gone. Just last week, at my mother's home, I saw a rather large photo of some distant relatives. It is in an oval frame and the photo was probably from the early 1900s. I don't want the photo. None of my 8 siblings and assorted other relatives want it. A few years ago I realized how fleeting our memories will be....the memory of ME as a person = gone by a generation after my death. I barely knew my grandparents (died young). When my generation is gone, the real memories are gone. Unless a person does something very, very important.....their impact on this planet is gone within a generation. We are not immortal, much as we want to be....... ^^^^^ That may be the saddest perspective I have ever read. Every person has value in their life story...stories worth passing on to others...especially younger people. Yes, I agree that we all have value in our stories but my point is that those stories don't get passed along beyond a generation or two. Maybe my family is the odd one, I don't know--but I can't tell you any story about any of my great grandparents. Can you? Other than knowing names and when the family lived here or there--- I have no personal story about anyone beyond my grandparents. Who here knows personal stories about a great grandparent or an ancestor further back than great grandparents?
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Post by melanell on Dec 4, 2014 1:36:25 GMT
It kills me. Being both a scrapbooker and a genealogy & local history buff, I know that if you look, you can find someone who would want those photos. And it's typically easiest for someone who knows the deceased to find a new owner for them. But many people don't care and therefore don't want to take the time, and that's their right, of course, but it still really bums me out. I've had an envelope of photos in my possession for 10 years now that I marked "People I Don't Know". Some were not labelled, but many were, but I just didn't know what those people meant to me or my family. Just this week I found someone who is related to a bunch of those people! It's been great for both of us. She's been able to tell me their links to my family (Friend, neighbor, etc.) and she's getting photos she has never seen before of her relatives.  I also find that posting them on area Facebook groups such as "You Know You're From......" type groups can help determine who they are. that works best with group photos. And people tend to love scenery shots of the area as well.
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Post by melanell on Dec 4, 2014 1:41:23 GMT
^^^^^ That may be the saddest perspective I have ever read. Every person has value in their life story...stories worth passing on to others...especially younger people. Yes, I agree that we all have value in our stories but my point is that those stories don't get passed along beyond a generation or two. Maybe my family is the odd one, I don't know--but I can't tell you any story about any of my great grandparents. Can you? Other than knowing names and when the family lived here or there--- I have no personal story about anyone beyond my grandparents. Who here knows personal stories about a great grandparent or an ancestor further back than great grandparents? Me!  I know so many stories about my great-grandparents, and even some of my great-greats.  I knew 2 of my great grandparents, so I can tell those stories to my son. My dad knew a few of his great grandparents, so I know those stories from him.  And the woman I just got in touch with was even telling me a story about my great-grandfather. Those stories are still out there. you just need to find the right people to tell them to you.  My grand aunt is the daughter of my great-grandmother. She tells me stories about her. And she tells me stories about her grandparents, who are my great-greats. And I write them all down. I'm always finding scraps of papers on my desk with stories on them. I won't even go to her house without something to write with so I can jot down the stories. And no matter how many times we talk, she still manages to pull out a new one every so often. it just dawned on me that I never asked about her Christmases as a little girl, so I'm asking her next time I see her. I'm excited just thinking about. Can you tell? 
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Post by katybee on Dec 4, 2014 1:43:38 GMT
I have a cousin who fell on very hard times. She lost her home and had to put all of her stuff in storage. She could not pay the storage rent--so she lost all of that, too. Included were all of the family photos from her childhood and even before. (I had no idea this happened – I live out of state.)
I feel so bad for her. I've been going through all of my photos (my dad was a prolific photographer) and gathering as many of her family as I can find. I used to watch storage wars – but now I can't, because I can't help thinking of the people who actually owned that stuff at one time. Too sad for me.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2014 1:45:36 GMT
But what's to be done with all that stuff? I know we all want to believe that "memory be eternal" thought, but it often doesn't happen that way. After a generation or two, many people just don't care. I have multiple albums scrapped for each of my boys of their lives and they do treasure them -- they pull them out fairly frequently to look through them. And I hope their wives and eventual children will get some pleasure from them, too. But beyond that, will anyone really care? My best friend never married and has no children. She is also a prolific scrapbooker. I will be the executor of her will and have been left all her scrapbooks. She knows neither her brother or his children will care for them. And frankly, other than friends she and I have in common, her books of full of a bunch of people I don't know and experiences I was not a part of. It's a stretch to think *I* will fully appreciate them, much less anyone I would then in turn leave them to. I often wonder what happens to all those scrapbooks that have no heirs. I would have no room for extra albums.
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Post by melanell on Dec 4, 2014 1:51:09 GMT
But what's to be done with all that stuff? I know we all want to believe that "memory be eternal" thought, but it often doesn't happen that way. After a generation or two, many people just don't care. I have multiple albums scrapped for each of my boys of their lives and they do treasure them -- they pull them out fairly frequently to look through them. And I hope their wives and eventual children will get some pleasure from them, too. But beyond that, will anyone really care? My best friend never married and has no children. She is also a prolific scrapbooker. I will be the executor of her will and have been left all her scrapbooks. She knows neither her brother or his children will care for them. And frankly, other than friends she and I have in common, her books of full of a bunch of people I don't know and experiences I was not a part of. It's a stretch to think *I* will fully appreciate them, much less anyone I would then in turn leave them to. I often wonder what happens to all those scrapbooks that have no heirs. I would have no room for extra albums. I don't care if no one wants the actual scrapbooks. But I hope someone will at least want some of the photos. I will do my best to keep identifying people who might want them or who might be willing to remove a sampling to preserve fro future generations. Right now I have a small list of people's names jotted down, with contact info, that DH can offer my heritage photos and family history stuff to.
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Post by pierogi on Dec 4, 2014 1:52:50 GMT
Heirs or not, I think surviving scrapbooks will be interesting historical artifacts in time. Antique diaries get sold at auctions all the time for a pretty penny.
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Post by jemali on Dec 4, 2014 2:23:16 GMT
After my FIL passed away we started going through boxes of slides. There were tons of pictures of fish and deer. We kept the ones with people in the picture. We got rid of the ones that were taken through the car window of a deer there (can you see it? I don't) behind that tree... Or a picture of a pile of fish, don't know who caught them, etc. But even so they were all mixed up so you never knew what year they were or which kid that was. So we have gone through most of them *I hope* but now have to try to put them in some sort of order. It doesn't help that my SIL could spend forever looking at a picture trying to identify whose foot that is or the back of someone's head!
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Post by **Angie** on Dec 4, 2014 6:22:24 GMT
Who here knows personal stories about a great grandparent or an ancestor further back than great grandparents? I do! My great-grandma's name was Bertha and I don't ever remember being shorter than her. She had a closely guarded recipe for biscuits and was a fast hand with the whisk if you tried to peek. She used to tell us about her great-uncles that had a duel over a woman, who ran off with their father. Then, there's my great-uncle Taylor, who was the spitting image of my great-grandpa. He died at almost the same time my great grandfather was born so they gave ggpa Taylor's name. Makes for some interesting geneological connections. Then you have the other side of my family. I call them the randy bunch because the average number of children in a family was 10. One ancestor had 23 kids by four different women. The last wife was the same age as the youngest daughter of he and his first wife. And finally, my ggma. She was widowed young, leaving her with four boys under ten. She worked in a glass factory and a mill, hunted and fished, and raised her boys to believe women were to be treated equally but cherished. Rumor has it that she asked her second husband to marry her. She'd get a twinkle in her eye and never answer if you asked.
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