Downsizing Decisions: Keep? Let Go?

The time has come to downsize. Who knew we had so many boxes and bits and pieces tucked away? What a brutal job going through them. What to keep? What to let go? The decisions are overwhelming.

So I start with an easy one: lacrosse stick (c.1962?)

I can think of no earthly reason to keep my lacrosse stick. I can’t even think why I have it. I definitely didn’t bring it with me to Canada from England all those years ago. Probably my mother brought it over later when she was downsizing from the house she’d lived in for 50 years and wanted to be rid of it.

I played in the school’s 2nd eleven. Lax, we called it. I don’t remember actually enjoying it that much. It seemed an awful lot of bother to run all the way down the field and back again after a little ball (unless of course the boys at the next door grammar school happened to be lounging around beside the fence). “An animated tree stump,” one of my mother’s tennis group complained after I filled in for a missing member. Who would have thought I’d end up spending much of my working life teaching dance and movement!

A quick check online tells me that lacrosse sticks have long since changed beyond the point when anyone would find this one of any use. In any case, parts of the gut have shredded.

The stick reminds me of the smell of the games shed at the back of the school: a mix of sweat, vaseline which we had to rub into the leather thongs, and linseed-oiled wood. It reminds me of the sinking feeling as, accidentally catching the ball, seeing a certain girl in my class pound towards me and knowing there was no escape from a sharp rap over the head or the knuckles, of the phys ed teacher yelling at me: “MOVE!” And, horror of horrors, of the post game communal showers.

I imagine I played because of my older sister. On my first day of high school, the principal looked down at me from her then terrifying height and said “I hope you’re going to be just like your sister.”

My sister the brainy student, the lacrosse star. She was even the proud possessor of (oh my heavens!) a posture girdle, a long braided band in the colours of whichever school house you were in (gold, jade and two others I forget now) that you tied around your waist so the tassels rippled over your hip and down your thigh.

A posture girdle meant you not only walked with your back straight, eyes on the horizon, but that your shoes were clean and polished, your hair tucked away tidily, that you did not roll your skirt up at the waistband or let your socks drop over your ankles or let your straw boater slip to a jaunty angle. Oh how I longed to be like my sister and strut through the school with a gold posture girdle rippling over my hip and down my thigh.


6 thoughts on “Downsizing Decisions: Keep? Let Go?

  1. I so happy to see you here again. You and your stories were gone for the longest time.
    I very much enjoyed your lacrosse stick tale. Thank you. I also loved the wonderful sculpture in the subway. Golden fingers indeed. Keep well Ms. Lovell

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  2. Goodness, some people can be thoughtless and unkind. I’m guessing you didn’t keep the stick and you never had a posture girdle but by the sound of it that is probably not a bad thing. We had a girdle too which we wore with our sports uniform, but it didn’t mean anything other than acting as a belt and a bit of decoration. Good luck with the move, it’s a big undertaking.

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    • I did throw out the stick. Actually I did get a posture girdle in the end…for a while anyway! Using them as decoration sounds a much nicer idea. Thanks for the good wishes on moving. You’re right – it’s a big undertaking and very time consuming and exhausting.

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  3. I would call you but I am laughing too hard! Do you remember those ridiculous purple and white striped girdles we wore if we were in a Team and had a game at the weekend. It displaced the posture girdle. I remember for the PG, one had to stand sideways in front of some contraption that showed if one’s shoulders, hips, head and feet were aligned. How very cruel of Ms Ireland – I remember M telling me about that and being very upset. How far from today’s you must be your own unique self (which you certainly have been). I hadn’t heard the animated tree stump story before – also how rude and unkind. I guess all these awful remarks must have toughened us up. Funny essay. Thanks for sending. Love J

    From: Susi Lovell
    Date: Sunday, January 31, 2021 at 8:27 PM
    To: Janet Hock
    Subject: [New post] Downsizing Decisions: Keep? Let Go?
    Susi Lovell posted: ” The time has come to downsize. Who knew we had so many boxes and bits and pieces tucked away? What a brutal job going through them. What to keep? What to let go? The decisions are overwhelming. So I start with an easy one: lacrosse stick (c.1962?) “

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    • I don’t remember the purple striped girdles (I mean – the word ‘girdle’!!) so maybe I wasn’t in a Team any more. I probably deserved the animated tree stump comment as I wasn’t into rushing around in those days – especially not after tennis balls!!

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