Thanks for the memories

September 17, 2004 at 10:03 pm 4 comments

I bought my washer and dryer at a garage sale about ten years ago. They were still in good working condition after all those years, although the outside of the body have patches of rust. I changed the washer fan belt shortly after I bought it. Two weeks ago, my sister asked me if I wanted to buy her washer and dryer since she was buying new ones. R have always wanted to buy a new set of washer/dryer because he claims that our old ones could be very noisy and they distracted his music listening down there in the basement. He agreed to buy sis’ washer/dryer. Her new ones were delivered today. I have to get rid of my old ones. I was thinking of giving them away to charity or to any friend who might be interested. But instead, I asked the delivery guys if they could dispose them off for me. They agreed to do it at a reasonable price.

As I watched the two delivery guys carry off my washer with two wide yellow belts strapped on their shoulders, choreographing their steps up and down the basement stairs, I felt a lump rose in my throat. I was sad to let the washer/dryer go.

Once or twice a year, I clean out our storage in the laundry room. Some clothes and stuff – I give away to my sister, or to charity. I don’t have a hard time giving those away. But this time I was really having a hard time letting go of our washer/dryer. They were one of the first appliances I ever owned. I used them every single week. I was always the one who washed our clothes. They stood there in the basement as I tried to remove apple stains on baby shirts, green grass stains on my children’s jeans, and red chapstick marks on Reggie’s sleeves. They were there when I tried to shake out shredded tissues that were left in pockets and when I tried to soak Reggie’s light grey Power Rangers shirt that turned pink when R did the laundry while I was in the hospital with my second baby. That’s why when I delivered my third baby, I was anxious to get home so that I could sort the laundry myself before he washed them.

I guess it’s the memories that come with my washer/dryer that makes it hard for me to let go. Anyway, those memories will stay with me even though I part with my old rusty appliances. I’m sure that I will make new memories with my new ones.


Entry filed under: Memory Lane, My life as a mom.

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4 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Dave  |  December 23, 2004 at 10:55 pm

    It’s funny that I ran across this tonight. I got a new refrigerator last Saturday. The old one was taking a long time to get things cold. It was in my house when I moved in 17 years ago. It saw my kids grow into adults. It held their drawings with tape or magnets. I remember my daughter standing on a chair to get ice cream out of the freezer. The new one is nice, bigger, brighter and quieter. It just doesn’t have the memories.

  • 2. rachel  |  January 2, 2007 at 2:22 pm

    the radar bell will arm or alarm when you say that!

  • 3. Elle  |  January 3, 2007 at 6:29 pm

    that’s cute. your right about the memories things carry along with them.. and yes they are very hard to let go…

  • 4. Blogs, news and more!  |  January 12, 2007 at 9:03 am

    I am just amazed at how well you write! Keep-on going you are just so good… mary


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