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Monday, 13 February 2012

Trinkets and Treasures

By By I. S. Kipp

With the responsibility of clearing an aged or deceased parent’s home also comes the opportunity and privilege to revisit years of memories shared. Over the years, I had accompanied my mother to many various functions; I know the appreciation she felt. So whenever we visited, Mom enjoyed reminiscing.

It was never a chore for me to hear “over and again” about the fun she’d had at these events as well as the many stories she told of living her amazing 85 years.

My mom and I have also shared a love of words, both spoken and written. English was my mother’s second language; hard work was her nature. It always pleased me to see that when Mom rested a bit, that she practiced her reading.

She was also a collector (another reflection of her love of the life she created and treasured) - small items that offered reminders and joy.

Trinkets and Treasures

I clean and I throw with no revelry,
With no emotion, why should there be?

None of it’s mine, nor meant to be.
But now it is mine, in great quantity.

A life filled with treasures
Is all that I see.

A life filled with treasures, each meaning so deep.
Others have offered, “To toss, not to keep!”

But who says another would quite understand
The gift that was given from each dear friend’s hand.

A trinket, a card, a photo, a note -
Mom read and re-read what each person wrote.

Remembrance of wedding, a concert, a game -
Each item noted with its special name.

Trinkets or treasures, they’re all here today.
No, there’s no emotion, I’ll throw them away!

Or will I?

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A lovely poem and essay. I'm so glad to see a new contributor here and will look forward to many more words from you.

I really enjoyed your essay and poem. It so well describes the task of going through the trinkets and treasures of our parents lives.

At garage sales there are always boxes of trinkets and treasures and one always wonders where they came from. Now I know one source but you described them so beauifully. Thanks.

I am also a saver of trinkets and treasures and wonder how my daughter will react as she comes across them.

She’ll probably just throw them away. Or will she?

I save greeting cards and thank you notes and pictures of other people's Grandchildren and souvenirs from various trips.

I love to sit on the floor and reread notes and look at pictures of babies now all grown up.

I think my kids will just throw these things away because they only pertained to my life. They are starting their own collection that they will look at over the years and then THEIR children will dispose of the momentos
that only pertained to their life.

The real treasures that my children and I have shared through the years,like the stories and photos and mementos of family trips will find their way into each one of my children's hearts and homes.

I really enjoyed reading the essay and poem. Nicely written and a loving sentiment.

I enjoyed your poem and can relate to it
as I would hope my heirs will.

Thank you all so much for your encouraging (and witty)responses. They're much appreciated! I can also add that my own daughter, several years back, said: "Have mercy, Mom, I'm an only child!" Yes, (sigh) I'm a collector, too!

What a delightful story/poem about a task that has or will fall to all of us. Your expressed the thoughts and feelings so well. Sorry I'm so late commenting, health issues have sidetracked me. Do keep writing & posting!

Some years ago, I was prowling a local antique mall looking for Francis Parkinson Keyes novels when I came across what was to me a very sad sight: a personal cookbook. Stained by years of use in the kitchen, handwritten mostly, its pages contained drawings, recipes clipped from newspapers, personal notes, and cute jokes. What a treasure. Looking through the pages, however, I felt like an intruder, so I quickly placed the book back where I'd found it -- nestled next to a 1950's pillbox hat that sported a sweet little half veil. I couldn't get that book out of my mind, so when I returned to the mall some weeks later, I looked again. It was gone.
I have no doubt that many of the items I treasure will end up gracing the antique mall or the Goodwill store or even the landfill. But, they've been well loved and well used in our various homes. And I don't expect our children to have the same attachments, although each already has "dibs" on favorites from their growing up years.

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