My grandmother was a hoarder, too, and Dad got it from them. I got the “clear it out” genes from Mom.
My mother was a clutterer, but I think that’s why I’ve been so OCD about living space and what should be in it. If I had the money to get a lot of “space-saving” furniture/devices, I would have them in a heartbeat. (Maybe that’s what my dad brought to the table, but he was out of town for most of my life, so I’ll never know.)
I think most everyone who passed through the Depression era became a hoarder in some fashion. If they weren't before, they sure were after..
My Grandfather (Dad's dad - Mom's father died before WWII started so I have no memories of him) had a lot of interesting stuff stored in the garage, the 'left' half of the chicken coup, the basement, and the 'tool shed'. What my Dad didn't have squirreled away, Grandpa did.
Gotta go fix Granddaughter's bike. "The handlebars are crooked." (Means she dropped it instead of laying it down, betcha.. ;-)