Do kids nowadays not care about "stuff"?

Do kids nowadays have nostalgia and care about stuff like people my age (Generation X) do?

Had another sort of weird estate sale experience- as well as the usual stuff, there were two teenagers obviously living in the house with Grandma and Grandpa until very recently, and a lot of their stuff was for sale too. Including stufff you’d think they’d care about like greeting cards, dance trophies, clothes, their school Chromebook, art they had done. There were even clothes in a dirty clothes hamper, like they had just left for a minute.

I was curious enough to do a bit of sleuthing and no, the grandkids aren’t dead, the name on the trophies was mentioned as a “survived by” in Grandpa’s obituary. You’d think that even if the kids don’t permanently live in the area anymore and just maintained a place for visiting grandpa, they’d want their stuff, and they could just ask their parents and the Estate Sale people to hold it or even ship if if they couldn’t come get it immediately.

So the only conclusion I could draw is maybe the kids didn’t actually care about their childhood stuff. Like they’re grown now and that’s all behind them so why keep that junk. What do you guys think? Are any / some / most kids like that in your experience?

I would not be surprised if kids nowadays didn’t care about greeting cards. In fact, I would not be surprised if adults nowadays didn’t care about greeting cards.

You only get nostalgia about stuff years after you have gotten rid of it.

I know one case in which the person who inherited didn’t care and sold everything off as fast as possible – to the great dismay of other members of the family, who did want some of it but didn’t manage to buy it.

I had a long, partly heartbreaking, partly hilarious talk with one of my kids that boiled down to literally five words: “DAD, NOBODY WANTS YOUR STUFF.”

Nobody wants your books or your vintage records because they have to haul them around and you can get everything on a tablet. Maybe a collector or a vintage store will take them off your hands.

Nobody wants your heirloom furniture because it’s big and heavy, out of style, and will be a pain when it’s time to move, which they expect to do every few years at least until they’re in their forties.

Nobody wants your vintage stereo system that you spent years and thousands of dollars putting together, because they have an iPad and a 3"x3" speaker that sounds better.

Nobody wants the china you got from your mother because you can’t put it in the dishwasher safely. Nobody wants the sterling silver tea service because no one has tea parties and you have to keep the silver polished. You can sell that to a coin or jewelry shop for a few bucks, and they’ll probably melt it down.

Nobody wants your grandfather’s gold pocket watch he got when he retired because it turns out it was only gold plated and nobody wears a watch anymore.

Nobody wants their childhood ribbons and trophies because they live in small apartments with no room to keep it. Someone with a real sense of nostalgia might take a picture of something and keep it on their phone.

I have a couple of large boxes of photos and papers from my parents, and even some from my grandparents. The reason I have them is because no one else in the family wanted them and I have a large enough basement to keep them. In the 25+ years since my parents died I’ve had exactly two inquiries - one from a niece, one from a cousin - if there might be a particular document or photo down there.

Yes, that’s pretty much it. Stuff can be more of a burden than an asset—and I say that as someone who has lots of stuff and is unreasonably attached to some of it.

Same.
I’m the family dump ground for all the nobody-wants-it-but-beck-will-keep-it junk.

And they’re right. I would be a hoarder if I wasn’t a saver and keeper of all things(ok, I’m a hoarder. But I’m neat and tidy).

That’s understood, but it was obviously “their” stuff, not their parent’s or grandparent’s stuff. As in trophies and greeting cards with their name on, a recent school softball uniform shirt, clothes like a teenage girl would wear, etc.

I’m far from being a kid and there is very little ‘stuff’ that I care about. The wife doesn’t want to part with much, but it could all disappear tomorrow and I wouldn’t care about 99% of it. Stuff starts to own you at a certain age.

There’s a conceit among some people who see themselves in “generational” terms that younger people disdain “stuff” in favor of living life on a higher plane than their materialistic forebears.

Actually, it seems like “Gen Z” etc. accumulates stuff. Instead of Hummel figurines and such, it’s different stuff.

It won’t be surprising if their descendants are cursing as they try to clear out all the millennial and post-millennial crap that Mom and Dad hoarded over the years.

They care - a lot- about their very own shiney new stuff- that new cell phone, computer, etc.

I was a personal property appraiser for 15 years. That was 15 years ago, now. When I started, 30 years ago, children not wanting their parents’ treasures was becoming a problem. I’m sure it’s only increased with advances in the internet.

I have hoarder-adjacent tendencies, but I’m working on getting better!

I’ve been slowly getting rid of stuff for several years now. It’s especially easy doing it with the VVA. I have them do a pick-up almost once a month, and they appreciate more frequent pickups with smaller amounts each time.

When I first retired, I did a HUGE purge, and the guys who picked it up were not happy.

And to a certain degree, because you have gotten rid of it. No one is nostalgic for things you are still using.

Like baseball cards, where some rare few were valuable because they came from an era where most were thought of as worthless and thrown away. But now, seeing those valuable few, lots of people retain lots of them in meticulous condition hoping for a payday that never comes.

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There’s two sorts of “stuff” anyone owns. Practical stuff and nostalgia stuff.

For the OP’s teens, the sheer amount of practical stuff a teen “needs” today is far less than in my teen era 50 years ago.

E.g. all teens of all eras want music. That meant in my youthful era having at least a 2 or 3-component stereo, plus two external speakers, plus physical artifacts holding music to play, be those LPs, 8-tracks or cassettes. And cleaning tools and wires and maybe wiring tools or an assortment of patch cables. Nowadays it means owning a phone and earbuds. Which serve many purposes beyond just music playback. Less stuff.

Back then most kids with enough money had cars, and the guy-kids had tools to clean or fiddle with their cars. Which cars actually needed fiddling with. Now cars are reliable sealed appliances and a hell of a lot of teens have a scooter which replaces a bike, and a car, and maybe a motorcycle. Less stuff.

A modern kid of the same SES I grew up in probably has owned 3 or 5x the items I did by age 15 versus them by age 15. But they’re almost all treated as disposable, not to be saved. Whereas very little of my childhood crap had been gotten rid of by the time I was 15. It still worked, so it was saved. Al of which leads to a much more “if I’m not actively using it, just get rid of it” mentality in everyone.

This all seems real simple and obvious to me.

Now where it gets fuzzy to me is the nostalgia stuff, like old softball uniforms, trophies, etc. What follows is rampant speculation: Kids nowadays are much more likely to be involved in organized activities than in my youth. Yes, Little League has been around since my long dead father was a kid.

Much of the nostalgia-ware comes from organized activities: trophies, ribbons, plaques, team pictures, uniforms, etc. I played organized school sports 3 years in high school, so just 1 year by age 15. A modern 15 kid will be enrolled in two to four organized activities (sports, dance, extra curricular art, music lessons, etc) every year from age 4 to age 15. They’ll have a lot less interest in saving an e.g. team picture or band t-shirt because they already have had lots of them. They’ve been throwing away the old ones to make room for the new since they can remember. And they’re confident they’ll have new ones next year to replace what they’re selling now.


As to the OP’s specific example of that specific estate sale, the fact the sale is selling dirty laundry in a hamper makes it look like the teens were removed from the home rather urgently. The OP was right to check to see if they’d died in whatever tragedy took the oldster(s).

But other possibilities exist: They were staying with the grandparents because they have no other functioning adults in their extended family and they are now residing with Child Protective Services. Or they were just here for the summer and do have real parents, but those parents live a thousand miles away and as soon as the grandparents died, the kids were unceremoniously whisked back to home elsewhere leaving a mess of dirty laundry and random possessions they had neither time nor space to pack into a suitcase for a flight home.

Keeping stuff ends up being expensive. Are you going to pay for storage? How many times will you move? Are you really going to store those ugly end tables?

It is better, less expensive, and just plain simpler, to just get rid of stuff.

Not for a lot of people here: buy a house in their 30s, live there 30 or 40 years. The house costs the same whether it’s nearly empty or filled with stuff.

When my mother died last year I was pretty good at junking/donating most of her accumulated “treasures”. She wasn’t quite a full hoarder because she was very neat and tidy, but she compulsively jammed thrift store stuff into ever goddamn drawer and closet until it was near to bursting. I kept a small number of knick-knacks, a box of photos, a few little pieces of china for use for mise en place, a few art books and a couple of small table/cabinets for use for a printer and as an end table. And I junked or gave away to charity everything else, including some worthless furniture.

Except I kept several large boxes of art (nostalgia, my mother was an amateur artist) and few large pieces of perfectly decent furniture I just couldn’t bring myself to toss in a new storage locker. It’s perfectly good stuff! One of my nephews almost wanted some of it (but of course then didn’t)! Now I hate myself because it is just moldering in ever-more-expensive storage, almost doubling in price. I’m making a last ditch attempt to push some onto a niece who is moving, but really I knew this would happen. I just couldn’t bring myself to landfill it. But I really should have and no doubt eventually I will after wasting money on this larger storage unit for over a year now. sigh

I’m facing the same chilling reality right now, 4,000 miles from home, desperately trying to empty my late parents’ house: nobody wants this wonderful old stuff.

My siblings and I could only charitably be called middle aged. We all have our own abodes, so you would think it would be pretty easy to give new homes to the many nostalgia-infused items.

Nope.

Besides the difficulty of sending it, nobody has room ! Those ceramic lamps, older than I am, that miraculously survived our childhood depredations? No, I’d have to throw out newer lamps to make a place for them. The hand-cranked Edison cylinder player? Yeah, no thanks. The hundreds of old books? Not even accepted for library book sales! Have to get a dumpster.

I’m a pack rat by nature, ridiculously prone to nostalgia, and way too attached to material possessions. And even I won’t take some of these beautiful items. It’s going to break my heart to see it all carted away as trash, though.

Sorta.

You’re certainly right for the many people here who bought such a house 30 or 40 years ago when they were young.

But the OP is asking about people who are young today. And the vast majority of those people have no expectation of ever living in the same residence for more than a couple years at a time and many have no expectation of ever owning any house at all; they’ll always be living in a condo, apartment, etc.

The luxury of space and time in place to store 3 generations worth of stuff, and to compulsively buy crap at Costco or garage sales throughout our late lives and dotage, was/is a luxury of the Boomer generation up through the Tail End Charlie Boomers such as myself and probably you born near 1960 plus/minus. And is a luxury not to be repeated in future generations.