I always expect it’s they don’t have the room. Grandma did a reverse mortgage. So you don’t get the house can’t pay for storage fees. Might as well get rid of it.
Young people want to live their own lives, and part of that is choosing their furniture. You finally get a home of your own and the freedom to furnish it how you want and…oh I’m supposed to have all this old crap I don’t really like.
Then your dad starts up with his shit. “Don’t throw out that ratty yellowed old doily. I remember that from when I was a kid.” “Okay, you take it.” Here’s a cabinet of gramma’s china. They bought it for her out of a mail order catalog in the 30’s so it’s more sacred than god’s glans.
We’re also entering the era when the grandparents who are dying and leaving behind their furniture bought all their furniture from Sears and it’s not much better than stuff you can get at Ikea, 40 years out of date, and seen 40 years of tobacco tar, cat piss and grampa farts.
I mean, you don’t ask yourself why the heirs don’t wear their grandparents’ old clothes.
It’s great place to source wood if you like woodworking.
As old people die, their furniture ends up there. Young people seem to prefer particle board style furniture.
Happy me prefers real wood.
Prefer or can only afford great idea i never thought of non the less
I always wonder why the heirs don’t keep the furniture for own use.
I always expect it’s they don’t have the room. Grandma did a reverse mortgage. So you don’t get the house can’t pay for storage fees. Might as well get rid of it.
Maybe there aren’t any heirs. Or they’re across the country, or it doesn’t go with their decor. Etc.
Young people want to live their own lives, and part of that is choosing their furniture. You finally get a home of your own and the freedom to furnish it how you want and…oh I’m supposed to have all this old crap I don’t really like.
Then your dad starts up with his shit. “Don’t throw out that ratty yellowed old doily. I remember that from when I was a kid.” “Okay, you take it.” Here’s a cabinet of gramma’s china. They bought it for her out of a mail order catalog in the 30’s so it’s more sacred than god’s glans.
We’re also entering the era when the grandparents who are dying and leaving behind their furniture bought all their furniture from Sears and it’s not much better than stuff you can get at Ikea, 40 years out of date, and seen 40 years of tobacco tar, cat piss and grampa farts.
I mean, you don’t ask yourself why the heirs don’t wear their grandparents’ old clothes.