sometimes we might not realize it but we might be doing something that got passed down to us from a family member

for me, I realized something a while back that I was doing something just like my "Busia"
it took a lifetime of doing this before I became aware what Busia and I had in common

I had inherited two things from Busia. One was an Ironite (the old mangle ironing machines) and a little two-drawer wooden sewing table.

In the side panels of the Ironite, was storage space and Busia had all kinds of things stuffed in the panels on both sides. I don't remember what those things were now, as this was a long time ago, but things like string, etc. found a hiding place in there. I remember wondering back then why Busia stuffed silly things in those panels. The same thing with the sewing table. Both drawers had "stuff" stored there. Nothing special, just stuff.

And then one day not too long ago, it occurred to me that the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree. I have been doing the same thing. I would find something here and there, a tack, a screw, piece of plastic - no rhyme nor reason, it didn't matter - I would place it in a drawer, a Hall pitcher (I collect them), a little dish with a lid, a little decorative storage box, and that was where it would remain. I can never just throw things out. It had to be useful for something - how could I throw it away? It might be important someday.

And there it was - that profound moment when I realized I was doing it, too. I don't think my mother was guilty of this - but maybe she was. But I have a bad case of it. I have so many little hiding places around the house that there are found items resting in them. I just can't bring myself to get rid of these little nothings.

So this is a confession. I collect silly little (useless?) things that mostly likely will never have a purpose again, but they can't seem to find their way to the garbage can because..........what if?