About This Blog

Documenting our frustrations and triumphs as we clean up after a compulsive hoarder, our dad. He saved forty years worth of junk including old cars, piles of lumber, refrigerator drawers full of rusty bolts, bent nails, shingles, transmissions, broken power tools, &c., &c., &c.; so basically we grew up in a junkyard. At one point there were 78 cars on this acre and a half (residential) lot.



So there will probably be some venting. If you are a hoarder, or sympathetic to hoarders, you will want to avoid this place. You will certainly want to avoid leaving hoarder-sympathetic comments. At any rate we'll make it easy for you: we'll delete any such comments promptly, because this is meant to be a safe space for the children of hoarders.

