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my parents grew up during the depression. mom saved jars, milk jugs, coffee cans, you name it. not hoarding exactly but lots of clutter. they sold the homestead after i went in the service and my brother had a 2 day fire in the back yard. stupid f ucker burnt a lot of good stuff along with the schit. dining room furniture, wood shop projects, albums, you name it. my whole childhood can fit in a footlocker. every once in a while i still remember stuff that i had and wish i still did. my parents retired to our camp and lived there for 20 years and collected more stuff. after i took it over i slowly and methodically got rid of the crap, sold the good stuff i didn't want and still have a bunch of stuff. dad was a sucker for cheap tools from yard sales and flea markets. i have a bunch of crap that is too good to throw away but junky enough to be frustrating to use.

I did my worst ever german cockroach cleanout on a hoarder house. Two old ladies in Dover Tn, a mile from the battlefield.

Reminded me of the Baldwin sisters on Walton’s.

It was apocalyptic, started running Demon EC and pyrethrum and Piperonyl butoxide.

Fuggers were coming out of every crevice, drawer, stacks of newspaper, etc.

Falling off the ceiling into my hair, into my sun glasses Came 5 days later and nuked their asses again. Took about 6 months to get a handle on them. But you couldn’t change the peoples’ habits. It kept it ‘manageable’ till they moved them into a nursing home.

HAHAHA

was this the tom cat house, came in sashays around while you all were talking, up periscope tail and commenced to whizzin on every corner in the living room.

Actually, a lot of those old tube radios are worth money, some are worth thousands. I hope u didn't toss any god ones.

Used to be an old guy like that here too. Retired small town bank president, still chaired the bank board and was the single largest depositor. He had been the pillar of the community for years, clean cut, suit and tie until his wife died. Owned God only knows how much land with producing oil wells on a good bit of it. After his wife died he let his beard and hair grow out long and wore raggedy stained whatever. Still lived in the brick ranch house he and wife and two daughters had kept so clean and neat when she was still alive and the girls were living at home but was so cluttered up now with his "treasures" you had to walk zig-zag down narrow paths to get from room to room. Yard was pretty much the same. He loved auctions and when he started bidding on something you best give up and move on because cost was nothing to him when he wanted something. He'd bid on anything that struck his fancy. Load his goods up in his old pickup, haul it back home and stack it up with the rest. Photos of him before and after was hard to believe it was the same man. Oddly, though, he was still as sharp as ever mentally in things other than his obsessive hoarding.

A lady that my wife sort of looked out for was quite bad about hoarding.

Funny how some hoarders seem like regular, well adjusted folks. There was one locally years ago that made the news. Real successful older guy whose wife died about 15 or 20 years before he did. Wasn't until he died that they discovered you could barely walk around in his house. He had neighbors around him who saw him regularly and talked with him. None of the neighbors had a clue that he was a big time hoarder. He had a landscaper that kept his yard beautiful and the exterior of the house was beautiful; but indoors was a totally different story. I guess you never know, sometimes.

I am sure most of you know hoarders, but you don't know they are. I am an HVAC tech, and have been in people's homes for 20 years. Rich, poor, city, country, all races. Many of them I had known from fixing equipment at their work, then I was invited to their homes. They seem normal at work, but they can't hide it at home.

One notable apparently didn't seem normal at work. A beautiful old city home, but inside was 4' deep of trash and booze bottles. He was a county judge. He was removed for being drunk on the bench, not wearing pants under his robes.

Alcoholism and hoarding are both symptoms of mental illness.

We’re going to find a dead cat named Boostie in my mother in law’s house one day.

That mfer came up missing about 3 months ago.

Preparedness isn't hoarding.

The dynamic that the left is creating in this country right now sure is making people think differently about having "enough" on hand.

Hey rockinbbar??? Remind you of anyone we knew????? 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Somebody has got ALL the toilet paper and I want to know who!

Until you’ve found a mummified dog covered with a sheet melted into the sofa you haven’t seen anything same house I saw a mummified parrot in a cage still perched

Yep...
Told ya about other adventures in scumbille maine.

The crippled german shepard trying to get at the cat food place.
Gawd.....

The 3 years worth of dead flies on every window sill one.

The stolen plywood road sign home.

The 2 saw horse 2 by 8 plank right door trailer bathroom one.

The our house burnt up but we still live in it one.



JFC......
LOL!!!

Bootsie!!!!

You shoulda popped that fugger that day you scared the schit outta it out deer hunting.
Lol!!!

It's not the stuff, it's the stench. I've thrown out work clothes after being subjected to some of these domiciles.

I knew one. A friend/former roomate who was sorta nuts. He was really bizarre. So I went ot his house once, and his mom was a hoarder. CRAAAZY amount of newspapers, all bundled, and sstacked along every wall as high as a 5'2" woman could reach. A 15x10 room was turned into a hallway.

Near as I could tell it was like this in the entire house.

Picture the entire interior of a nice large split level home in ridgewood NJ with stacked newspaper as, essentially, an additional bunker interior wall. On the entire house.

It was crazy. He didnt prep me for it, and I didnt say anything, and as we left he smiled and said something like "explains a lot, huh?".

He wa s avery good bartender though.

Now that I htink of it, it was like a Newspaper Minecraft house. Big 8 bit blocks of newspapers.

Crazy.

Bought a place, for the land, it had a nice shed and a small house, 2 nice spring fed ponds, it bordered my place, never went in the buildings till about 2 weeks after we closed on it. shop was 12'x24' and it was level 5' deep in beer cans,house was really nasty, back bed room had about 6" of dog chitt,wall to wall. I burned the house down and pushed it in a hole, cleaned out the shop sold all the beer cans, good part it has a good well. we still own it. Rio7

Oh, damn, I cant believe I forgot. .. My neighbor across the street.

Duplex. Filled one side, moved into the other. No [bleep]. [bleep] hole.