I have to side with Auntie Pam and sounding unmaterialistic. I’m not as ooold as she, but if my house were burgled, I’d help the guys load up just to rid my place of stuff.
I would have to hold on to the circa 1860’s pump organ. It’s an ornate peice of playable musical history that is spectacularly beautiful and a great conversationaly starter. I can’t play a damn thing on it and if I ever got really really desperate for cash I suppose I could sell it for about $9000, but I won’t. Here’s why.
Back when my parents has X amount of kids and had been married X amount of years. They had Zero amount of money. A wedding anniversary was rolling by and they did one gift for both of them usually for the house. They drove by the Salvation Army ( This was before the Salvation Army stores started smelling like urine and selling total crap, according to my mom. I’m guessing 1959 or so.) and saw in the window this glorious pump organ. Being that mom is a semi professional pianist and played the organ at her church, it would be a great addition that would be used at the house. It’s price? A lofty $125. Too rich for their blood.
Secretly, Mom scrimped and saved her grocery money to buy that organ. She drove buy it everytime she was out and about and just drooled over it in the window. The day she had enough money, she raced down to the store to buy it. Only to discover it had been sold THAT morning. Depressed and deflated, she drove home. What was at home? That organ. My dad had scrimped and saved (skipping lunches) and bought it that morning for her and had a couple of guys at work load it up and take it home.
O Henry couldn’t have done it better.