Hoard 'til yer bored.
Old time Yankees hoard, especially the ones that survived the depression. Living quarters were clean but out buildings, barns, attics and cellars were chock full of stuff. Trunks full of clothing 50 years old, souveneers from WW1-WW2, all kinds of marvelous strange things from the past generations.
In an old room off the kitchen I found a purse made out of an aramdililo from the 1918's weird thing whole body head to tail. Never knew what we would find, old cameras were a find especially if there was still film in it to be developed carefully, Ghosts of the past showed up sometimes that had sat in a trunk for 40 years.
This is true hording, the keeping of family close. The Trash that some hoard is a totally different thing. Old newspapers or bags of garbage is not hording as it has no meaning to the hoarder. This becomes a disorder, big time and if one has cats and dies, the cats will until they find a way to escape will poop everywhere. Actually I am surprised the cats did not feed off her body.
