My husband had three rich great-aunts growing up. None of them ever married. When they all passed on, his Mom inherited their belongings. All of them. From pottery kilns to antique furniture to boxes and boxes of costume jewelry. My husband and his brothers have fond memories digging through the books (did I mention one of them was a librarian?), old paintings, and my personal favorite, old letters and diaries. These diaries were nothing like a diary today, or more appropriately a blog or social media account. Written in the early 1920s, these women shared their daily routines which included ironing bedsheets and curtains. I have a hard enough time making sure all of the beds in my house are made on a daily basis much less time to even think about ironing the linens. Hats off to them! The problem that was handed to my husband's mom was that when they downsized from their mansion into a smaller home, they did not downsize their belongings. Honestly, it could happen to anyone. Have y...