What they left behind

Children grow up and move away — they do if they have their own health insurance, anyway — but the trappings of childhood remain behind, as Tad Maudlin can tell you:

Eventually, the toys will get cleaned up and donated to a church sale or some such collection, but the last bottle of Mr. Bubble will just migrate to the rear of the cabinet. Periodically, I’ll clean and rearrange the contents of the cabinet, but I won’t want to dispose of half a bottle of Mr. Bubble. Eventually, I’ll say I’m saving it for the grandchildren, but I’ll not really know if I’m to have my line continue or if I’ll live to see it.

Lest Tad become glum about this prospect, I will mention a product that remains on my shelf: it’s Dow Hospital Germicide and Deodorizer (Citrus Scent), EPA Reg No. 464-400. Active ingredients: good old alcohol, plus a dollop of 2-phenylphenol. This came home from the hospital with my daughter in 1978, and I am not giving it up. For one thing, the can is still about one-third full, though the propellant has long since given up propelling. The citrus scent, however, is alive and well.







2 comments

  1. fillyjonk »

    27 March 2013 · 8:59 am

    On the other side of things: I still have a bunch of my stuff left at my parents’ house. I COULD go through it and dispose of what I don’t want, and cart what I DO want back here – but I leave it there, as sort of a hope that I will have a “parents’ house” to return to periodically, at least for a few more years.

    I don’t know; maybe this is a generational thing. I know many people of my parents’ generation or the one about a half-generation after who talk about how their mom threw out all their comic books (or gave their Barbie dolls to the granddaughters) the moment the child left for college, without consulting said child first.

  2. jsallison »

    27 March 2013 · 9:12 pm

    And then in my case, when I figure out I can afford it, I am *SO* going to have a dumpster dropped off in my driveway so I can put paid to every single everloving scrap of the wife-unit’s progeny’s crap currently infesting my garage. Not my fault they created the conditions for PA’s DHS to take our grandkids away from them and adopt them out to strangers.

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