April 9 is National Cherish an Antique Day, and I’m waiting to be cherished. I’m not really old. Let’s just say “I’m vintage.

”The older we get the more Rooney Bin residents contemplate downsizing. We don’t need much living space. It’s storage space that’s the problem. After 54 years of marriage and two children, we seem to have collected a lot of—well—stuff that I can’t bear to part with! It all came to the forefront when I went digging in one of three large storage closets to find an antique to take to a meeting of Questers, an organization that researches and studies antiques and donates to historical preservation and restoration of historic buildings and landmarks.

The first box I pulled out was filled with toys, such as Monopoly and other board games plus an etch-a-sketch—things youngsters played with before mobile phones and iPads. That was followed by two boxes of dolls. Everything we own is antique, which we once thought meant valuable. You know you’re getting up in years when your childhood toys are considered collectible. However, most Gen Xers aren’t interested in collecting items dusty with sentiment.

 The last time our son and his wife came to visit from California I escorted them around the house pointing out furnishings and toys (they’re not electronic, so no interest there) they might desire, thus keeping these treasures in the family

Great Aunt May’s mantel clock didn’t appeal, nor did some antique chairs, my grandmother’s treadle sewing machine, oriental carpets (they don’t like rugs), a pair of antique wooden tennis rackets and even No. 1 son’s own framed paintings. No, no, no. He didn’t want anything until we came to a couple of boxes of 45 and LP records from the 50s and 60s.

 “Oh, I could sell these,” he said with an avaricious gleam in his eyes.

So much for cherishing Elvis and the Beatles.

“We aren’t going to live forever so let me know what you want, I said.

“Oh Mom, you’re not gonna die,” he said, but reluctantly agreed to think about selecting anything they might need.

Final word…When the Binmeister and I were younger, we were grateful for hand-me-down furnishings. Some were antiques at the time, but 54 years later they are all in that category, and we still have them. Antiques, defined as things nobody liked well enough to wear out, are nevertheless filled with memories.

No.1 daughter quickly laid claim to the two boxes of dolls I unearthed. They were her grandmother’s. After mulling things over, she went around pointing out knick-knacks and dishes she wants to put her name on before her brother returns.

 Hm-m-m, this started as a way to clean house, but now I’m worried the vultures are beginning to circle before the bodies are cold.