Three bins of high school and college memories were opened, reminiscent of the scene from “Raiders of the Lost Ark.” The flurry of papers and long-forgotten mementos littered the family room floor, swirling everywhere, threatening to devour my entire day.
Thankfully, I had my sentimentality button on mute. Apparently I have always been an historian, always felt it necessary to preserve the past. My earliest attempts led me to keep every birthday card, letter, corsage, honor, program, ticket stub, entry fee, brochure, and a host of other odds and ends. After the first scrapbook, I returned to it and emptied it of anything truly meaningful, condensing my high school memories into two large envelopes. Then I got serious and quit reading everything I ever wrote or had written to me.
Here is the first attempt, which was fodder for the fire last evening. As much as I curse having a wood-burning fireplace, it does come in handy for sending up memories and thoughts and prayers. On to the college bin!
I hear you! I too, have it all!!
I’m sorting through all the “paper” memories, time to read, remember, and bid adieu. Well, mostly😉