by Leon Archer
If you are under the age of 70, you have probably known people who were adults during the Great Depression, and if you are very much older than 70 you actually experienced at least the end of it. The Depression created an excessive number of hoarders, and you may have chuckled about the things they would save and squirrel away besides just money.
There have always been hoarders; it’s just a natural thing, and a little of it is good. We all like to put a little something away for a rainy day, but hoarders put away things for a rainy decade or more.
I have recently come to realize that I am a hoarder. No, I don’t save balls of string and rubber bands, bent nails, rusty washers, years of newspapers and magazines, worn out clothes, and all the other things the hard core hoarders hold onto, but I’m a hoarder just the same. I just have a hard time parting with my own kind of items.
A lot of animals are hoarders. Squirrels, mice, and many other rodents gather and store nuts and seeds for the winter, but they usually end up putting away a lot more than they can actually use. That’s the way a lot of trees in the forests got their start. Then there are pack rats; they haul away and store all sorts of items that they don’t need and have no real use for
I guess that’s why some of us are called pack rats. Sweet Thing and I have been cleaning house and getting rid of things we have stored without using sometimes for decades. Man, I am a pack rat. The funny thing about all of this is that there are a lot of items that I sort out into piles for various methods of removal from our premises, about which I can’t help thinking, “I might need that.”
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