My Granny has always saved stamps.
Not in a discerning collecting and meticulously organizing sort of way but more of a snipping out and stashing in an old cigar box way. And, as far as I know, no one in my family has been a stamp collector.
Clara collects everything – including stamps.
Clara, being a rambunctious eight year old is also not a discerning collector or a meticulous organizer of her stamps. But she does like adding to her collection. Granny has three giant manila envelopes stuffed with stamps and she’s been slowly doling them out to Clara.
It’s a stamp saver and stamp collector’s dream come true.
Except this totally justifies the keeping of things for just in case.
Farming runs on both sides of my family and you don’t just get rid of things that might be useful again one day when you are running a farm.
This was a lesson that well and easily ingrained in me. I don’t really need the hey-look-I’m-so-glad-I-kept-these encouragement Granny and Clara’s stamp collecting has accidentally given me.
But now I’m doubly certain that I better keep saving those random springs I find, and of course the extra screws they send when you put something together, and flower pots, and fabric scraps, and keys, and jars…
Someday, someone (maybe even me), is going to be so glad I did!