{"id":17936,"date":"2014-10-15T08:00:25","date_gmt":"2014-10-15T12:00:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/?p=17936"},"modified":"2014-10-14T17:22:06","modified_gmt":"2014-10-14T21:22:06","slug":"address-your-mess","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/2014\/10\/15\/address-your-mess\/","title":{"rendered":"ADDRESS YOUR MESS"},"content":{"rendered":"

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My mother,<\/strong><\/span> Julia, never saved anything. When she moved to assisted living, the only thing she kept was her dining room set and some clay pots my dad had made.<\/p>\n

My dad was an amateur potter in his retirement. He didn\u2019t use a wheel; he pinched the clay with his thumbs.\u00a0 His work wasn’t too good; I threw most of his stuff in the garbage. My mother watched and said, \u201cHow could you!\u201d<\/p>\n

“Mom,” I<\/span><\/strong> said, “I\u2019m saving some of\u00a0 it– some representative pieces!\u201d<\/p>\n

Address Your<\/span> Mess.<\/p>\n

Address Your Mess is a woman in Cleveland who, for a fee, de-clutters your house. My mother didn’t need her.<\/p>\n

Maybe I need AYM.\u00a0 I have report cards from elementary school in my attic.\u00a0 My mother said I could be president someday, so I’m holding on to the report cards.<\/p>\n

Is my<\/strong><\/span> mess more important than your mess?<\/p>\n

I gave the Address Your Mess phone number to a high school friend whose parents moved out of their bungalow after 50-plus years. They had stuff<\/em>.
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I read about an elderly woman in southeast Ohio who had 36 boxes of cereal, GAR medals and a wooden fife from the battle of Chickamauga.<\/p>\n

I have UN stamps too, besides the report cards.<\/p>\n

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Here’s a vid, “Square Mile,” about real estate and board games:<\/span><\/p>\n

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