This last weekend we started the process of moving my great-grandma (who is 92 yrs old) into an assisted living facility. When I say ‘started’ what I actually mean is we went through about 12 large shelves of books that range anywhere from the early 1900’s to today. It took four of us six hours to bring the books into the living area, let Grandma decide if it would be put in the stuff for a yard sale or if it was going to stay with her. She is only going to be allowed one book shelf at her new location. It was a sad process really, watching her make a decision on whether or not a book that at one time was lovingly purchased (I think) would get to stay or be sent away. The reason for the ‘I think’ in that sentence is because we came across a LARGE amount of books on how to be ‘thin’, how to eat right, how to beat cholesterol, home remedies, and several other ‘self-help’ type books. These are not the type of books that one purchases to pass from generation to generation…though Grandma did try to pass them to one member of the team of cleaners, who asked the question of ‘why her’. The books haven’t been moved in about fifteen years I think, the dust from flipping through all the books to make sure there were no hidden treasures kept all of us sneezing. It was a very interesting day. Now we have to attack the rest of the house, decide on who gets what (or who wants what) and what will be sold. We have 92 years of ‘stuff’ to go through. Some of the stuff we found was really cool, family history stuff. It’s going to be an interesting endeavor to get her moved…and though it’s kinda sad, it’s time that Grandma had someone there to help her.