It’s a horrendous process! That generation threw nothing away. Good stuff or shite.
I don’t know how many sets of china we found, with no idea who most of it belonged to. Crystal glasses still in their boxes, never used. Stuff belonging to grandparents and great-grandparents. Diaries, notebooks, wall calendars from years ago. Model cars, old clocks, books by the yard …
The fact that my parents never made a decision about what should happen to all their stuff made me feel better about getting rid of it. They left us with some nice stuff, and a whole load of old stuff that should have been donated/binned decades ago. The fact that we inherited the decision-making, as well as the stuff, has made the process easier!
We had a free scrap metal uplift for a lot of stuff in the garage; free uplift of furniture from a local charity; paid for other large items to be taken away; made umpteen trips to the recycling centre; sold stuff on eBay; kept photos, family paperwork, some china and crystal. We’re 12 weeks on and mostly done. Physically and emotionally exhausted.
While my mum was in hospital, I spent my mornings having a clear-out in my own house. I’m determined not to leave DD with the volume of STUFF that we had to wade through. From now on, my attic is for suitcases and Christmas decorations and nothing else! We couldn’t get moving in my parents’ attic to start sorting through the stuff - we had to fill the bedrooms with the stuff and sort it from there.
I’m also no longer buying STUFF. Christmas fair? Makers’ market? No thanks - it’s all just STUFF that DD will have to deal with one day.