Posts Tagged ‘memories’

So, …my blogging friend, Jo nominated me for this challenge. She had been taking an extended break from blogging, and because I am SOO glad she is back, I’m going to try it. 🙂

yellow and blue benches

Blue and Gold — Together

When I was a sophomore in high school, our class moved to a brand new building. That part was exciting. But at that same time they decided to introduce the concept of “houses.” Because our school colors were blue and gold, they divided us into the “blue house” and “gold house.” How they decided who became “blue” and who because “gold,” I don’t know. I only know we didn’t have a “sorting hat” like in the Harry Potter books. 🙂

I remember not adjusting well to the concept. I was now “separated” from friends I had for years. Each house had its own cafeteria, where we were supposed to eat our lunch. What???!!! We can’t eat with my our friends? “It’s good for you,” the administration said, “Make new friends.” Well, we weren’t going to obey THAT rule!

I don’t remember how we did it, but I remember being a member of the Blue House and sneaking into the Gold House cafeteria to have lunch. It’s 40 years later, and I’m still friends with members of the Gold House who were my friends from grammar school. You just can’t separate true friends.


Here are the rules for the “Five Photos Five Stories” challenge: “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge.
(Sporadic posting is alright if you’re unable to post each day.)

Today I am nominating…Susan!

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There are so many things I could do for this post because I get attached to things and I can’t possible keep them all — so many people and things gone but not forgotten. But given the season, I wanted to keep it light and not be too much of a downer. So I decided to do a repost of something I published when I first started this blog.

I dug these boots out of the back of my closet.  I’m trying to clean things out..the usual New Year’s resolutions.  I’d probably keep them for a Halloween costume or something if they still fit, but they are WAY too tight.  Before discarding them, I took a trip down memory lane and decided I would give them a little “memorial”; a photo and an off-the-cuff poem…


Viva Le 80s

The boots were ripped from a dark back closet corner;

layers of dust had dimmed them some,

decades converted playful to garish.

In their heyday

they were club fodder, party wear, perfect companions

for a young woman’s feet as they danced the night away,

hugging and supporting them,

best friends through twenty-something dramas,

crushes, lost boyfriends, flip-flopping passions.

But maturity and years, life’s weight,

layered on and the boots got tight, were obsolete;

they became jokes, banished ghosts of youth.

Back in the light, they need a new home,

a new friend,

New retro-chic feet.

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As someone who has WAY too much stuff, I’m always interested in containers. Not your average plastic containers, but “artsy” containers, though I don’t always put anything in them! This is a photo of one of my favorites.

wooden box

Wooden Turtle Box

This turtle box used to sit on my grandmother’s coffee table. It now sits on one of mine.

Every time I look at it, I see her living room in my mind: my grandfather’s green vinyl chair in the corner where he smoked his cigars and read the paper, and the floor lamp with three bulbs covered with plaid shades behind it. Across the room was the couch nobody sat on except a couple of dolls and the stuffed bunny with a dress that someone made for my grandmother. (I was sad that the bunny got thrown out…I definitely would have treasured that.) On the other wall, two armchairs people actually did sit on, most notably my grandmother who would be quietly crocheting in one while my grandfather sat reading his paper across from her. In front of the couch was the coffee table, the home of the turtle box. I don’t know who gave it to her or why. I would guess from the size and era of it, it was supposed to be a cigarette box, but of course we all know a container’s purpose is limited only by its size and its owner’s imagination.

This turtle has a very worthy purpose…don’t let it fool you. It may appear to be empty, but it is full of my memories.

wooden turtle box

Inside the Turtle Box


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Jake’s topic for today is Valuable. One thing I have learned during the last few years is how subjective that is. I have possessions that are supposedly worth money and have value, but only if someone wants to collect them. Because of the recession in the US, things are only worth what people are willing to pay for them. If people don’t consider them a “need,” these things are worth nothing.

When my grandmother died our family all had to pitch in to clean out her house so it could be sold. Some of my brothers asked for pieces of furniture or antique items; I asked for photographs. I place a lot of value on memories and remembering the past. I hope to put them together and display them someday.

I have a guitar I bought at a yard sale many years ago. The guitar has the autograph of a Country Music Hall of Fame singer, Hank Snow. I thought it might be valuable. Countless emails later, a guitar expert told me that it was a mish-mash that someone “customized.” The case is worth a few hundred dollars, but the guitar is only worth the music that is played on it.

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