"Stuff"

There are those of us who collect and save a treasure-trove of items that evoke a special memory of a special time in our lives. These occasions are treated with respect. Care is given to preserve any souvenir that conveys the story behind the articles we carefully display or box up for safe keeping in the attic. We all have stuff we just can’t throw away. 

Recently I was reminded of this approved habit while I was waiting for my turn to get the oil changed in my car. I was the fourth to arrive on this busy Monday and after some time waiting on outside benches, the attendant called the next in line. It was finally my turn so I pointed to my car, the middle one in the group of those facing us. 

“Oh, that one?” the attendant asked, “The one with all that stuff hanging from the rear-view mirror?” he continued. “Yes,” I answered proudly. I handed him my keys and paused a moment to reminisce over the “stuff” he was referring to.Those items were such a part of my life that I hardly realized they were not an integral part of the car. Instead they are a small bundle of therapeutic memories of a fun summer I shared with my grandchildren some years before. There’s beaded artwork, an admission bracelet for bumper cars, a pair of fuzzy dice and a cross made from yarn. All these items contributed to put a smile on my face. Even though these memories might look strange to some, they warm my heart and take me back to one of our special summers before the kids grew up.  

We seniors can attest to the fact that the grandkids develop and grow much too fast.  We tell them to please slow down and let us enjoy their youth as long as we can. In the absence of a magic wand we take photos or videos, collect souvenirs, and save any articles we can to relive some of our fun days during our golden years. And we are not alone. Relatives, neighbors and friends can also enjoy the ride of watching kids mature and leave the nest. For me it’s a wonderful part of being a grandparent to tap into my collection of thoughts, look through photo albums, and unpack some dusty boxes. I even reminisce over some antique displays. But the memories that are hanging from the rear-view in my car remind me that we are preserving history for the next generation by saving a lot of stuff. No thanks needed. If truth be told, there’s plenty more where all of this came from!

Lizabeth Braskie

I'm a retired Sun Newspaper typist. I've been writing freelance articles for the past twenty five years. Some of them are personal experiences having to do with my family of eight children and a total of twenty grandchildren. They keep me busy with a variety of subject matter.

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Volume 9, Issue 9, Posted 1:04 PM, 09.01.2017