It's a battle not to get attached to material things. Minimalist lifestyle has always attracted me but unfortunately my pack rat tendencies prevent any hope of living carefree.
Boxes haunt both us of and every so often SB and I go through and try, oh we try, to get rid of the non-essentials.
And by non-essentials, I mean the faded to dull memories.
But the ticket stubs and silly trinkets remain. The diaries pile up (though I did successfully drop the teen books - NATCH! you can only imagine the fodder I would have for posts if I'd kept that particular drivel). Bottom line, I try not to get too attached to these memory keepers.
It's a losing battle.
Meet Horkey and my mid-twenties diary who did not have a name.
Horky the Donkey puppet (I didn't name him) belonged to all the children in my family but being the youngest, I kept him safe. He's missing an eye, wood shavings leak out of head and his coat is worn from years of companionship but he's still beautiful to me. He never ever let me down and holds many of my secrets.
The diary from my twenties reminds me of many things. I am a compulsive ripper of magazines and newspapers. This is brimming with things I dreamed about at that time, lists of things I MUST DO, books I must read, movies I must enjoy. Some of those lists are near complete, some never attempted (sea kayaking - check! mountain drive across Canada, nope, make a quilt - not gonna happen anytime soon). I may show this to Bumper when she is older so maybe she won't think I was sooo square. Glimpses of her single mom might bond us closer together. Yes Bumper, mommy did have a life pre-baby, pre-marriage.
Now these are some other things that I keep close. These are tangible proof of previous generations. These are things of my grandmothers. The seal skin hat is from my maternal grandmother. She wore it all the time and it's one of the few things I remember about her - besides the chocolate covered digestives and Ryan's Hope. Many years later after she passed, my aunt asked me what I remembered about her and I mentioned the hat. A few weeks later this hat arrived in the mail. This aunt and I were never particularly close but the gesture brought us to another level.
The two spectacular purses belonged to my other Nanny. I found them in a drawer in one of her bedrooms when I was teen and asked her about them. She laughed, didn't give much detail and gave them to me. If you knew her, you'd think these purses weren't her "style" but after learning the most about her at her 90th birthday roast thrown by her small town, I realized there is so much more to that woman than I will ever, ever know. These purses will remind me of that each time Bumper and I try to find a common ground.
Remember Bumper - I was a baby, girl, teen, and woman before I added mother to the resume.
This post is part of Sweetney and Her Bad Mother's Friday Flashback/Friday Foto Frenzy combo - "a photo-centric post that may or may not involve a flashback (although bonus points are awarded for keeping it flashback-y.) The topic: "My Favorite Thing," or "These Are A Few Of... etc" (in case you have more than one.) Self-explanatory: what object (or objects) in your home (note: NOT child, pet or partner) is your favorite thing, the thing that you would be most likely to grab first in a fire, the thing that you gaze upon and murmur, lovingly, MINE? Bonus points if it's something from your youth or childhood."
Other flashback (constantly updated - as in: where is yours?)
Girl's Gone Child
Oh, The Joy
Her Bad Mother
Breed Em And Weep
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Part 2 of my answers to your kick-as* questions continues next week.