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RE: Lightening My Load: Thoughts From A Reformed Hoarder Part Three
Your post is inspirational. I am essentially forced by my husband to not give in to my own hoarding tendencies. Mine is entirely anxiety induced as well. I had a great grandmother who saved her hair and her empty toilet paper tubes. She also saved the styrofoam the hamburger meat came on. Washed, of course. She was an immigrant from Germany. I wish I knew her story.
I wish I knew more about my ancestors, too. The German half is a mystery, as my dad is not a historian and both grandparents are long passed. There are no other relations on that side besides three cousins and an uncle who doesn't know who my father is anymore (due to mental illness and possibly dementia), because the rest of the family tried to follow my grandfather to Brooklyn during WWII and their plane was shot down by the Nazis. All off them except one great uncle were on it, and he's long gone too. My family tree is completely lopsided because I don't know anything past a few generations!
I don't know shit either! I kind of want to do one of those ancestry DNA/gene tests just to clear up where the branches of my family tree originally came from. My maternal grandmother and grandfather both developed Alzheimers so all I know is my grandfather came from Kansas. My paternal grandmother had dementia but I know she survived the dust bowl as a toddler and my paternal grandfather....no idea where he came from other than Michigan. I would like to know their countries of origin and know more about my great-great-grandparents. There's just something about knowing where you come from.
Yep. We are so cut off, many of us, on this side of the world. I think it's part of my consistent "yearning for a home I've never known" feelings. You can buy a house in Europe older than I know my family tree.