The television reality show, “Hoarders” can be pretty complex, especially when you find out there are a lot of mental issues involved in causing the hoarders to do that sort of thing.
My son Jamie and I have our share of collections but I wouldn’t really consider it hoarding. We are usually a fun-loving couple who love humor and pursuing our interests whatever they may be at the time.
Whereas, those on TV are really defensive of their actions and deny they have a problem.
We don’t have any problems that we can’t handle.
I actually lay the blame on a younger, female sibling of mine, who once told me I needed to start collecting things. I thought I was….bills, dust, and stuff like that. Apparently not.
It was then I decided to get serious and started collecting angels, apples, patriotic items and chickens, but now the apples and most of the chickens are gone but I still have my angel collection and a smaller amount of patriotic items, which I probably won’t ever get rid of as long as I’m alive.
When I was younger, I would spend money on record albums and 45s, celebrity magazines, song books featuring the current music of the time and featured articles on the musical artists. Now, I’m going through crossword puzzle books like crazy as well as a weekly women’s magazine.
I swear I never forced Jamie to do any of this, but he’s basically doing the same things. In fact, I think he’s my mini-me. Now, that’s scary.
He first started collecting comic books which led to wrestling magazines and action figures and music of all kinds…whether it be VCRs, CDs, cassette tapes or karaoke paraphernalia, as well as various games and TV entertainment magazines.
It does sound like me, doesn’t it? Maybe it is in his genes.
Oh yes, I forgot. I got my first camera one year as a gift from Mom and Dad and I started taking photos not knowing I would make that part of my career in the future. Guess what! Jamie had been taking pictures for quite a few years when they had those Instamatic cameras. To downsize a few years back, I put all of our photos in bins and put them in storage where they continue today, with some other things we didn’t have room for.
What’s wrong with us?
I see nothing wrong. So, we’re not hoarders. You can walk through our house most of the time.
Call before you come….a week or so ahead of time.
Jamie and I extend our condolences to the families in the loss of: Jack Good, Ron Shaner, Freda Condon, Sue House, Jim Godsey, Sharon Buchy, Thelma Marker, Leon Bernard Ruhenkamp, Norma Jean Dakin and Tim Lenker.
Please pray for these people: Ron Mills, Matt Hiestand, Cindy Barr Sink, Gloria Hodge, Jeff Baltes, Cory Meadows, D’Arleen Waymire, June Moody, Albert Duncan, Cathy Melling, Scott Clark, and all of those who are suffering from other life-altering illnesses, including Covid and other variants associated with the Pandemic.
Happy birthday to:
Oct. 25 to: Kami Shinn, Mark Phlipot, Jim Brewer, Vicki Besecker Rifenberg, Jason Newbauer, Diana Keller, Renee McCleskey, Doug Falknor, Danette Fitzgerald, Stanley Cox, Cuyler McCartney, Lois Hittle, David Buxton, twins Rick and Dick Hunt, Kali Wilcutt and Hillary Holzapfel.
Oct. 26 to: Karen Price, John Hathaway Jr., Tracy Post, Jeff Zumbrun, Russell Rex, Sue Leugers, Jennifer Kreider and Katherine Obringer.
Oct. 27 to: Rusty Maloy, Diana Bang, Ben Barnt, Tammy Arnett, Dawson Roberts, Starla Rinderle, Ethan Atkinson, Amy Mills Moore, Tim Robertson, Ed Curry and Stacey Spahr.
Oct. 28 to: Roberta Westfall, Carol Henderson Baughman, David Bonfiglio, Linda Yount, Cody Hittle, Jackie Macias, Brittany Widener, Bill Gunckle, Rita Fourman Barger and Tom Donnelly.
Oct. 29 to: Dylan Burnfield, Roger Fourman, Deb Ward, Sandy Welch and Greenville Mayor Steve Willman.
Oct. 30 to: Kenny Young III, Bob Wagner, Graham Luce, Kent Liette, Dylan Burnfield and Donald Netzley.
Oct. 31 to: Gary Knick, Carol Hemmerich, twins Sharon Wright and Karen Shellhaas, Christina Riffell, Don Everman and Wayne Farmer.
Happy anniversary to: Jeff and Candy Stump on Oct. 25; and Tim and Donna Wagner on Oct. 31.
Think about it: “Life with its rules, its obligations and its freedoms, is like a sonnet. You’re given the form but you have to write the sonnet by yourself.” – Author Unknown