Stash of treasures now looking more like junk

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  • Butch Furse
    Butch Furse
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How many times have you tucked away something thinking that item ought to be worth some bucks to a collector someday?
In our basement and crawlspace we once believed we had an undervalued trove of items ranging from toys, books, stamp collections, magazines and our list that goes on and on. Unfortunately our trove has been only valuable in our eyes since nobody has been beating down our doors or broken into the house to make away with our stash.
Over the years it has become quite evident we have picked a lot of items that are not in high demand. Demand has been slight and over the years many items that were saved had little cash value compared to our sentimental value. We now questioned ourselves just why we have hung on to this stuff and have now moved to the “toss-away” mode.
Wouldn’t you know it? Less than a week after we chucked a stack of old worn comic books, we saw a newspaper item where an early day Batman comic book sold to some collector for $2 million!  Oh well, my comic books were well worn and I had no Batman comics, but . . .
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A columnist-friend wrote “Why he loved children” and gave the following example:
While walking along the sidewalk in front of his church a minister heard the intoning of a prayer that nearly made his collar wilt. Apparently, his 5-year-old son and his playmates had found a dead robin. Feeling that proper burial should be performed, they had secured a small box and cotton wool, then dug a hole and made ready for disposal of the deceased
The minister’s son was chosen to say the appropriate prayers and with sonorous dignity intoned his version of what his father always said: “Glory be unto the Faather, and unto the Sonnn, and into the hole he goose.” (It was noted, “I want this line used at my funeral!”)
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Days are like suitcases – all the same size, but some people can pack more into them than others!

RL Furse  is publisher emeritus of the News-Register