copyright  Jeanne E. Webster

Just a thought…

I read a newspaper article about a celebrity who died recently; an auction house was selling off his memorabilia. The word memorabilia caught my interest. What memorabilia did this celebrity own… souvenirs from foreign countries, mementos of movies he starred in, or relics from past relationships? My imagination flashbacked to a slide show of possibilities.

It was not long before the thread carried over to my own mementos. What fluff and necessities surrounded my persona, adding spice to my life? Memorabilia personify our lives; they scream uniqueness. A leather jacket we bought with our first paycheck, a 50th birthday cake candle, a favorite writing pen, a torn theater ticket… each hold special meaning to us. They are the original time machine, returning us to moments when the world coddled us in a special way. They are those little blurs that shadow us as we go through life. They stop by our memories like old friends, repine a moment or two, and then vanish until next time.

A special keepsake of mine is a handwritten letter from my grandmother. When I clutch it, I return to my childhood, helping Grandma iron handkerchiefs, exploring the back yard for 4-leaf clovers, or sipping a small glass of coca cola she poured for me. Her handwriting leaps off the envelope right to my heart, warming my spirit with her angelic presence.   Memorabilia–what a fine word.



Light the corners of my mind
Misty watercolor memories
Of the
way we were
Scattered pictures
Of the smiles we left behind
Smiles we
gave to one another
For the way we were

Can it be that it was all so
simple then
Or has time rewritten every line
If we had the chance to do it
all again
Tell me – Would we? Could we?

May be beautiful
and yet
What’s too painful to remember
We simply choose to

So it’s the laughter
We will remember
Whenever we
The way we were

So it’s the laughter
We will
Whenever we remember
The way we were


6 comments on “Memorabilia

  1. Dicky says:

    Very beautifully written Jeanne! Very touching and tender too.

  2. Neat Post…bringing back thoughts of possessions and when/why purchased…and I can hear Barbara Streisand singing in the background about “The Way We Were”.

    Thank you for posting.

  3. Pam Ford Davis says:

    Awesome! I have an old hand written letter from my Grandpa that I cherish!

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