If you were given a box of every material thing you have ever lost.....

I have given this post some serious thought and thinking about material items I'd pick I can't honestly say I remember ever receiveiving a gift of anything when young ,however when I was in my early 20's my gran started making me a Christmas cake and a pudding in a cloth which was boiled in the old wood burning copper out in the back yard.i still remember that every Christmas
I did have a doll I called Norma when I was 4 years old which I believe was bought for me by a male friend of my mothers ,I looked after her well and I fondly remember still having her stashed under my bed for protection ,however my twin sisters wh were 10 years younger than myself found her one day and smashed her in million pieces I would have been about 13 at the time all I have is memories of my Norma ,here is me and her when I was about 4/5 years old
 

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OOh you were soo cute KD....:D...I can imagine how you must have felt as a child when the only little doll you loved was destroyed...


I always wanted a doll...but more so.I would have died and gone to heaven if I'd got a dolls pram ...I always wanted a dolls pram...or a bike with storage in the back like this old one .

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..never got any of them of course...
 
Holly that photo was taken in Melbourne Victoria,as I lived with my aunt ( mothers sister) and uncle (In a country town railway siding, uncle George worked for the railways) for over a year, I do remember using that pram and a bike while there which I believe was uncle Georges mothers home ,so they were not "mine"
The pram and Bike were only to-play with while visiting :) I lived with Aunty Dot and uncle George because they lost two children .Aunty Dot is still alive she is 89 my mothers youngest sister
And watta ya mean I was a cute kid I still am :rofl:
 

It's not a matter of not being able to "not live without it" but it's a matter of the sentimental value to me.
When we were preteens, my parents along with my brother and I flew to Vancouver Island to see my grandparents for Christmas. My mother labored for months hand embroidering stockings and individual Christmas ornaments for us all, and took them along so we could have our own personal touch at grandmas. These were beautiful, done in traditional Hungarian Embroidery style. The fabric for both the stockings and the ornaments was a stark white felt and the flowers and birds were bright vibrant colors. (as I remember). Christmas was amazing. Upon our return, our suitcase with both my and my brother's gifts was lost. In that suitcase was also our cherished Christmas stockings and ornaments mom made. As well as a photo album my grandma put together for my mom. Honestly I can't recall our gifts but I do remember the handmade items. These were never ever recovered.
My box would be small, but the items to me are bigger than life.
 
fishfulthinking said:
It's not a matter of not being able to "not live without it" but it's a matter of the sentimental value to me.
When we were preteens, my parents along with my brother and I flew to Vancouver Island to see my grandparents for Christmas. My mother labored for months hand embroidering stockings and individual Christmas ornaments for us all, and took them along so we could have our own personal touch at grandmas. These were beautiful, done in traditional Hungarian Embroidery style. The fabric for both the stockings and the ornaments was a stark white felt and the flowers and birds were bright vibrant colors. (as I remember). Christmas was amazing. Upon our return, our suitcase with both my and my brother's gifts was lost. In that suitcase was also our cherished Christmas stockings and ornaments mom made. As well as a photo album my grandma put together for my mom. Honestly I can't recall our gifts but I do remember the handmade items. These were never ever recovered.
My box would be small, but the items to me are bigger than life.
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:thumbsup1:Indeed! Only thing I find it difficult to live without is the love and presence of those whom I hold dear to me anything else is just sentimental sometimes silly, but, often just holds some fond feeling or connection.
 
My photo albums of my sons from the time I was pregnant for them until they were teenagers - the photos were in a box stored in a relative's house during the time I was moving from Colorado to TX.
The house owner(relative) lost the house to a bank - the bank gave them 24 hours to move out - the relative forgot about my box of photo albums of my sons and left them behind - when the bank took the house they threw everything left in the house away. The box was there only a couple weeks - now I do not have any pictures of my sons when they were growing up - not even one - I was devastated - I will always be upset about it.
 
Yaya said:
My photo albums of my sons from the time I was pregnant for them until they were teenagers - the photos were in a box stored in a relative's house during the time I was moving from Colorado to TX.
The house owner(relative) lost the house to a bank - the bank gave them 24 hours to move out - the relative forgot about my box of photo albums of my sons and left them behind - when the bank took the house they threw everything left in the house away. The box was there only a couple weeks - now I do not have any pictures of my sons when they were growing up - not even one - I was devastated - I will always be upset about it.
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That's very sad, I can see the sentimental value in that for sure. I've lost many a picture, but, the ones I have I cherish, the give me musch pleasure to look back on the faces contained in the photos. So sorry for that you are without those pictures.
 
Ina said:
Now that I'm alone, I guess that knowlege has gotten around and I have had a lot of thefts this year. A lot of things have been stollen, but the one thing they took was a box of cd's that my husband did recording of love letters, and funny stories of our life together. Sometimes they were just about his dreams for our future. I loved just being able to hears the sound of his voice, and now I never will again.
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Ina, I am so sorry! That is ever worse than the person who stole the records my mom's class made in high school in the 30s. She was singing "Somewhere Over The Rainbow" and also a song that she wrote. My daughter and granddaughter both sing so I would LOVE to be able to make a recording of the 2 of them singing with my mom. But I can't because of a lady who stole some of my mom's things after she died. And I think what happened to you must hurt even worse.
 
jujube said:
If I had a box of every material thing I had ever lost.......I could throw everything away and live in it. It would be a 20-room mansion. I lose things a lot.
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Well my friend, THAT is a surprising answer. :) What an interesting group of people we are here on this forum. :)
 

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