My boys (Henry & Theo) discovered an old Talkboy in our house that is remembered from the movie “Home Alone 2; Lost in New York.” I believe it belongs to my brother-in-law, Nolan, but has been in our house for some time now.
Anyways, Theo was very curious about, “what type of DVD goes in there?”
He was, of course, referring to a cassette tape, as the Talkboy was a recording device used by Kevin McAllister during his adventures in New York City. I knew exactly where a cassette tape would be in our house. Down the basement steps I went, rounded the corner, and opened the closet door (that is beneath the stairs). To my horror, I found myself looking at what had to be four large storage containers with my stuff. If you’ll recall, prior to our move from Climer Street, I discovered that I had nine storage containers full of stuff in our old basement. I took it upon myself to sift through the containers, and by the time we moved, I had that number down to four.
One in particular is literally filled with DVDs and Blu-ray’s. We do not even have a Blu-ray player hooked up to any TV’s in our house. Everything we watch is streamed via Hulu Live, Netflix, Disney+, YouTube, or Prime Video. What should I do with that giant container of movies? It doesn’t seem like anyone is buying them, right? I digress. Back to the hunt for a cassette tape.
I continued until I was nearly stuck in the closet as more containers toppled on top of me. I emerged victorious with a cassette tape in hand. You see, I still have several of my college radio shows that I recorded back in the day (shoutout to KALA/St. Ambrose radio). Theo and Henry stared at the cassette tape as if they had just unearthed dinosaur bones.
“How does that work?” Henry asked with a puzzled look on his face.
I popped four double-A batteries into the Talkboy, opened it up, and inserted the tape. Hitting the play button transported me back to 2004 and served as a reminder as to how rough I sounded on-air way back when.
The boys tried their hand at recording themselves and listening back but the, “tape is too slow,” declared Theo. A few minutes later, the Talkboy was cast aside and left sitting on the table in our basement.
Why do I continue to hang on to these storage containers full of memories from the past? Don’t get me wrong, I’m a super nostalgic person, but I haven’t opened these containers since we moved and we’re coming up on two years in our house. The problem is I know that, should I take the time to pull out the four containers, I will start to justify to myself the need to keep certain things.
Has this happened to you? What process did you use to help declutter? Email me: [email protected], and in the meantime, if you’re looking for me, check the closet under the stairs; I just may be stuck in there reminiscing.