The problem with my mother is that she kept literally EVERYTHING. From paperwork/receipts to gifts, greeting/holiday cards, to simple letters and notes. It was amazing what we found in her filing cabinet. It’s like a time capsule.
So, I take it that you separated the wheat from the chaff before you sent things off to the dealer?
Filing cabinets? The closest that my mother has is boxes of store coupons that are forty years out of date. Unopened junk mail with postmarks from 1967. A kitchen table that has several feet of material piled on top. Dozens of wicker baskets and plastic bins to organize things, with most of them full of unsorted things yet to be organized. Over a hundred purses. Boxes and boxes of no one knows what, stacked in a living room that cannot be entered for all the stuff in it.