sap, the desk had been re-purposed briefly in another room, but that didn't fill the bill. So, the desk ended up in the garage and we had no qualms about donating it or putting it at the curb.
My kind father graduated from high school in 1933. Somehow, he saved so much stuff that the items controlled him emotionally and physically. My dear daughter is a minimalist and I find de-cluttering empowering. I don't want to leave my children or husband in a bind trying to sort through a house filled to the brim with "stuff." Mom graduated with Dad at the same time, but was able to pass things along to someone who could use them. Different personalities and outlooks for each of us. :-)