Call me sentimental. Call me soft but I have a
special place in my heart for certain objects from my
past that bring back special memories. Not talking
people and friends here.. that's a whole entire post
that I'm sure nobody is interested in.
One example is an old cheap Boker pocket knife.
The scales on the handle are lose, the blades have
been almost sharpened away and almost all of it's
color is worn off. BUT It was one of my first pocket
knives when I was around eight years old. I was warned
over and over to be careful with it but being a kid
I managed to cut my finger on it while staying with my
grandparents one day. My Grandmother promptly
relieved me of custody of my pride and joy. Somewhere
along the line it was misplaced and she felt really
bad about it. Years later when she passed we found it
in one of her button boxes and we were reunited. To
this day I keep it in a box on my dresser and I pull it
out every so often and just sit and think about those
days and my Grandparents.
I also own several guns from both my father and
my grandfather that I have no use for what so ever and
absolutely no intention of ever shooting. But they will
never leave my gun cabinet. Why? Because I can feel
their hands in the stock when I shoulder them.
On a lighter note I have a soft spot for my old Stanley
thermos that I carried to work all those years..And the
fishing rod I caught my first five pound Bass on and my
Hooters coffee cup because it reminds me of..... ahh .. the
great hot wings I had in New Jersey lol
I guess I'm a bit softer than I thought.. but then that's not
always a bad thing. Memories are a good thing and
having objects in our lives to remind us of the good things
are a blessing. Sometimes good memories can pull us
through some pretty hard times. I think I'll go pull out my
knife and do a little whittling .. and remembering
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