"Swedish Death Cleaning"

I've been engaged all week with the "Swedish Death Cleaning" of the thousands and thousands (and thousands more) of family photographs I have. I've actually got farther this week than I have in the last 20 years.

Big trash bags of photos have been thrown out. I've been ruthless, absolutely ruthless. No more photos of several people standing around in the yard holding drinks. 36 small photos of my daughter's 3rd-grade school picture? One left. Grainy 1930's photos of someone who might or might have been my great-grandmother? WHOOSH!

My sisters don't want these pictures. My daughter has told me she doesn't want these pictures. My granddaughter doesn't want these pictures. My great-granddaughters are too young to have an opinion but I'm not waiting around another 20 years for that.

Heck, I threw out most of the gazillion photos from MY wedding. I now have the big formal shot of the wedding party, one with the family and one of us kissing. That's all I need. Heck, I had tons of pictures from my sisters' weddings, to men they're no longer married to. Why in the world have I been keeping those? Insanity.

I have "representative" shots of my parents, grandparents, great-grandparents.

I don't need 15 photos of my daughter on a sled. I just pick the best one and off go the rest. Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera, as the King of Siam said to Anna, y'know?

I'm probably down to between 1/4 to 1/3 of what I had on Monday. I'm a little sad but I'm mostly happy.

I'm far from finished.
 


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