As part of the Folk Magazine Community Journal Challenge, each week I’m given a prompt to express my thoughts on. This week’s prompt is: What family memento do you cherish? Why?
There are so many family mementos that I cherish. I’m not sure I can pick just one! Each precious trinket represents a memory of a cherished person or time of my life. They are each precious in their own special way.
There’s my little brown teapot with matching creamer and sugar bowl. It’s actually not very attractive, but it was given to me by my great-grandmother when I was a little girl. I didn’t get to visit her very often, but when I did, she would always give me a little something. It was usually something for my hope chest. When I see that little teapot set, I see that little house with the scary attic that was filled with wonders and treasures.
There’s the mini cassette tape that has the voice of my than 2-year-old son, speaking in one of the sweetest voices you’ll ever hear. He’s 20 years old now. His voice has changed. He has grown. He’s a man now. That tape brings back the little boy.
There’s the picture hanging above my bed. The picture of a mother and child. An antique picture given to me by my grandmother at the birth of my youngest son. I look at that beautiful picture and I see her and the love she had for me and my son. I look at that picture and I see my son and I remember that day that he entered my life. And I say “thank you.”
There’s the pearl bracelet that was worn by my grandmother. She was such a classy lady. When I wear that pearl bracelet, I think of her. I remember the big jewelry box that held her costume jewelry. She would let us play with it and we’d emerge with layers of necklaces and clip-on earrings!
There’s the little brown bear that sat in my daughter’s crib. It was her first toy. It’s a little bear. It sat in her crib and looked over her. It sat on her toy box and looked over her. It sat on her bookcase and looked over her. She leaves for college in the fall. It will sit in her room and wait for her to return.
There’s the picture of my little blond-headed boy. The one where he has the bowl haircut. It’s the most precious picture I think I’ve ever seen. I imagine there’s a halo there, one that we just can’t see. It makes me smile just to look at it.
Each and every cherished memento is near and dear to my heart. They aren’t priceless. They will never be in a museum. They will never be held in high esteem…except by me.
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