What object do you hold dear?

I have something I don't want and I can't get rid of.

I doubt anyone will believe this, but it's absolutely true.

Since my mother died, the only thing I had belonging to her was her wedding ring. It stayed in a box in a tiny vintage vanity case in the attic.. for the last 50 years... until recently...

I came across the ring, and I thought why am I keeping this ring. It brought her nothing but sorrow,...she hated my father in the end... and it culminated in her suicide at just 39 years old..

..so I brought it down from the attic.. and took it and threw it into the wheelie bin outside.. ..job done..


about a year later I was up in the attic again.. and opened the little vanity case, and I nearly fell out of the attic in shock, because there was my mothers ring.. right there in the case like it had never left it.. :eek::eek::oops:

Now everyone I've told this story to..either says I either dreamt throwing it away... or that I must have thrown away another ring by accident.. well neither of those suppositions are true... I was very careful to look at it one last time before I actually threw it into the bin...

So...I have no explanation for this.. and I don't imagine most people will believe it.. but it's true...
 

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My Uncles Purple Heart Medal. He lied and went in the Navy at 16.
Then he went in the Marines where he got his medal.

A huge brown crockery mixing bowl that was my Great Grams. When I was young we were a team. She was the boss
and I was the "mixer". She would put in the ingredients and I would sit cross legged with it in my lap and stir things
with a big wooden spoon.

I have some jewelry from my Gram but I just realized I dont have any keep sakes from Mom.
When I was young we moved a lot. Every time we moved she tossed stuff. She got married a lot.
Every time she broke up with one and moved out she tossed stuff. That and a few of them broke stuff and sold stuff.
Mom was never sentimental about things. Me. I keep everything. :D
 
Memories come from what affected us most. Why......I don't know. They just are. They mean something to us. That's good enough. I don't need analyasis to wonder why. Might be nice to know, I suppose, but it really doesn't matter. They mean something to us. Silly things, rocks, metal, toys.....whatever. They mean something to us.
They tell us who we are. They tell us what matters to us. They tell us our past, our present and where we want to go. Think about it. Just think about what matters to you and then maybe you will find some clarity about what you need to do, what you would like to do and what you have been avoiding to deal with. Just my opinion.
bob
 
I remember another thread similar to this one, and over there I posted "my wedding ring." I still wear it. She gave it to me, and it's still mine even though I no longer have her. I've had people tell me I shouldn't wear it anymore because that's a stop sign. That's okay, I'm not looking.

It would be impossible to name everything in my possession that is especially meaningful to me. I don't want to get rid of any of them, but the memories are just as clear, with or without them - same as (with or without) the photos.
 
I have a little twine necklace my daughter made for me probably thirty years ago. We were on vacation and stopped at an indian village someplace (I don't remember what state) and the kids got to make a craft. I hung that necklace on the rearview mirror of the van and have transferred it to every vehicle I have had since.
 

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