A military brat, Robyn found home sweet home here in Wauwatosa. Moving here in 1989, "just till the kids get settled," she found the Milwaukee area hard to leave and a great place to put down roots. Join her as she tries to handle and make sense of whatever curves life decides to throw.
Recently we had a new roof put on this old house. The roofing company was nice enough to tell me that scraping 70 years of old roof off the top of the house would make quite a mess in the attic so I made an effort to move the mountain of boxes we had stored up there. My plan was to move, downsize, weed out, donate and generally get rid of junk we didn't even know was up there. Along the way I found some old memories to weed through too.
Downsizing didn't go as well as I planned. The electric typewriters held endless fascination for my teenage son who asked me how to put the paper in and then started freeforming sentences. Why that is more fun than using the computer I don't know but I'm pretty sure the novelty will wear off. I was also foiled long distance on my weeding out by the college kid frantically texting "don't touch my Goosebump and Fear Street books!" My two oldest GROWN UP children kept the junk in the family by hauling boxes of My Little Ponys and Ninja Turtles to safety for future storage. Of course I couldn't get rid of the baby clothes and toys I had so lovingly packed away so I decided to become ruthless when I found some really old boxes at the back of the attic. I was able to discard a whole box of wedding cards from my 1976 wedding. Why I had those up there I'll never know. Two things about those - they were so...seventies looking and many of the names signed on those cards rang no bells whatsover. Who were these people? Whoever they were they wished me well in February of 1976 with Crockpots, blankets and $10 bills. (I had written what gift they gave inside the card). Strange - I was allowed a glimpse into a world I had completely forgotten - my young woman life. Digging through another box I met an even younger me in the form of my junior high autograph book. Funny how most of those names I remembered. The cute boys, the popular girls - every name brought to life those long forgotten people. Like most autograph books many entries were signed with "stay the way you are". I'm not sure I did. I wonder if they did.