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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 treasure: souvenirs from foreign countries, mementos of movies roles, or relics from past relationships? My imagination had a flashback slide show of possibilities.
The thread soon carried over to my mementos. What fluff and necessities surround my persona to add spice to my life? Memorabilia personify our lives; they scream uniqueness. A leather jacket bought with my first paycheck, candles from a 50th birthday cake, a favorite writing pen, a torn theater ticket… each filed under Treasured, Do Not Erase! They are the original time machine, returning us to moments when the world coddled us in a special way. I find them to be those little blurs in life that shadow us as we go through life. They stop by our memories like old friends, repine a moment or two, and then let go till next time.
A special keepsake of mine is a handwritten letter from my grandmother. When I clutch it, I transfer back to my youthful days, helping Gramma iron handkerchiefs, exploring the back yard for 4-leaf clovers, or sipping a small glass of coca cola she has 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. (jew)