Memories...

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The Silver Fox and I were cleaning the bedroom, sorting drawers... moving the bed, as you do, when we came across a special memory box I have in my cupboard.

We peeked inside.

There were magazines from when Master T was born, an old softball glove of mine from when I was in primary school, complete with a worn patch on the outside where I used to put my pointer finger outside the glove. Not sure why but from memory we all did it.

There were confirmation gifts for the kiddies, in safe keeping, including a dive watch for Master T from my brother which still keeps perfect time and is big enough to fit the Silver Fox so it might need to be in safe keeping for a few more years yet.

There was even a gorgeous gold cross that was the Silver Fox's when he was confirmed. Very old that!

Hmmm, what else? Finger puppets from Ikea meant for a present for someone, my old school tie complete with badges, numerous commemorative coins: Commonwealth Games from 1988, Charles and Di getting married and a 1/2 oz gold coin. There was a Bunnykins china set, kept so safe that I don't think anyone actually used it. Bit sad really as that double handled mug would have been very much loved I'm sure. There was even a couple of broaches of my grandmothers made from fly fishing lures. Well, never worn as yet but maybe one day...

But

There was also an airline ticket. Kept safe. So safe that the ink had completely faded away even though I kept it in paper.  I am unsure whose it was and as a reminder for which grand occasion? Was it Miss T's first flight or when we sent her to visit her Aunty, by herself, when she was 5 (5!!! - the things we did to her)

Sad really

I wonder what else in my other little bundles of memories has faded away?




 Ciao for now...


 

Special Adults...

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When we were young, my sister, brother and I would hang out with our neighbours. They were a couple who were youngish and had no children. For Christmas, they wouldn't give us presents but would take us all out for dinner: Mexican, Indian, Italian. The only rule was that we had to eat what we ordered. They also used to take us camping and hiking and would teach us how to cook. We grew up and everyone sort of moved away but  I had a chance a few years ago to see them for afternoon tea.

The lady had a baby when I was 14 and I would carry it around in the sacky-pouch thing. It is only now that I know what the old ladies were tsk tsk-ing about. They thought he was mine! I suppose he did look like a bit me come to think of it.

This couple weren't married and as I brought in their mail once, I called them both by her surname. They had to sit me down and break the news to me. I can remember feeling horrified. I w-a-s pretty young. They must have felt awful!

I was determined, after looking back with adult eyes, to thank them for being so fantastic to us, for being so patient, so kind, so cosmopolitan. For introducing us to the world of foreign lands through food and extending our taste buds. They saw nothing great in what they did. Were very humble at my insistence that they were such an important part of our lives and assisted in making us who we are today. I don't think they really thought anything of it

Have you had any wonderful adult influences?

Let me know




Ciao for now...