I felt bad for fellow-Cyburbian RJ, when he looked for ticket stubs from sporting events that he had saved and he came to the realization that they were long gone. I related, in a sad sort of way.....
This Bear has certainly gone through a fair number of relationships. Each of those relationships had mementos that I cherished. Many of those mementos are, like RJs ducats, gone. And as years fly by, memories merge and faces and events morph into a sort of fuzzy collage. That mind picture is often in focus if you hold a tangible item.....a sports ticket, a concert stub, a ring, that special record album, a photo. But panic can set-in as you rummage through an old cigar box or shake out the items that were in the jar you kept the rings in or you sweep through the collection of exchanged photos......and the tangible evidence of another time, another place, another love......is gone.
And the mementos could be from family, friends, your first real job......it doesn't have to be strictly from significant-other relationships. Lost mementos.....if thought about, if dwelled upon.....can hurt.
Army Identification Card, Draft Card
My first job, at age 13, was on a U.S. Army Ordnance Depot base. My father was the provider of food for the large Rossford Ordnance Depot (inner-ring suburb of Toledo). He ran three cafeterias and 12 lunch stands. At age 13, I worked for him during a couple summer vacations. To get on the base I had to be finger-printed and was issued an identification card, complete with picture. It was too cool! And it is gone. Tell your kids to SAVE the cool items from their younger days.
My draft card is long gone, too. During the 1960s, those little puppies were required gear. I din't burn mine......but it is gone.
My first true love was Jennifer. I cherished her high school picture that I kept in my wallet. Because it was the 1960s and teenagers having children was not like our "Juno" days, Jennifer went away to have our son.....a son I never saw. Our relationship ended soon after and I held tight to the high school picture......but not tight enough.....it is gone. (Obviously the memories are not. )
There was a time when I threw my concert ticket stubs into an old cigar box. I had quite a collection.....James Gang, Chicago, Vanilla Fudge, Beach Boys, etc......that box and all the stubs.....gone.
I don't remember saving any sporting event tickets. I was a regular at Detroit Tiger games at that great park, Tiger Stadium. Even saw Ted Williams hit a home run. But didn't save the ducats. Some of the sig others in my life were ticket savers, though. Katie is.
The Stoopid Round Pillow
I have some cloudy memories of hanging on to this silly, round pillow. I think it had a face or, at the least, eyes stitched on to its' surface. I was about 5 years old and always had to have it with me. What a dork.
I had a really cool transistor radio. It had a plastic body but the unit was covered with a leather coat that snapped on to it. Transistor radios were just starting to be common.....I was a young boy with a cool transistor radio.....I was gold. At least until I set it on my older brother's Ford station wagon while I wandered off to play baseball. You know what happened.....gone.
I also built a crystal radio from a kit. To power the radio you woulde attach the alligator clip to something metal. I have great memories of that simple device giving me hours of ".....I can barely hear it....." pleasure. Now gone.
Back to relationships.....I still have the rings from previous marriages. The rings were nothing special (from a price point view).....mmmmm, maybe a message there somewhere.....
I still have my high school ring. Somewhere in the flotsom of lost years I have managed to save the rings.
Every earing that I have owned is gone or will be soon. I am horrible with earings, but they have no symbolic meaning to me, anyhooo.
I have lost some great albums. And 45 RPM records. Almost all are the victims of what I refer to as: "They went away on the bus." I managed to purchase replacements, via CDs that have been reissued. Not the same, though, as the albums that had writing on the cover.....writing on the cover from any number of past loves who have moved on down the road.
No doubt.....taking the bus.
Any mementos from your life that have "taken the bus"? What say you?