My mother saves everything. Labels everything, too.
My God, she still has “Joseph Starkey’s Bee Sting Kit” from my grade-school days.
(At the start of every school year she would hand the teacher the kit and request I be removed from the room if any manner of flying insect entered. It wasn’t bad enough that I was pale as a ghost with greasy hair and braces. Now I had to be escorted to the cafeteria if anyone spotted a fly.)
She still has boxes labeled “Joe’s posters,” “Joe’s old report cards” and even “Joe’s Sports Illustrated covers” (the best of which was Sidney Moncrief tomahawk-dunking under the headline, “High On The Hogs”).