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Sunday
Jan102010

What I found in my Memory Boxes

Song For Jim sheet music

I used to keep a "memory box" every year, filling it with ticket stubs and other items that would help me remember some of the people, events and places that were important to me that year. This was fine in my teen years but as I got older, my boxes took up more and more space. Yesterday I decided to go through ALL of them and do a purge, keeping only a few things.

Convention badges #2

Sometimes I'd pick up something I have absolutely no idea why I kept it, like this creepy little doll:


Creepy little doll

It must have meant a great deal to me at some point in my childhood but now? Nothing. Where did those memories go? What else have I forgotten? I used to have a great memory but as I grew older, it almost seemed as if every time something new went in, my brain had to make room by throwing out something else. Sure wish I had control over what it threw out and what it kept!

Letter from my friend Andy

Something else that struck me as I did my Memory Box purge. Before e-mail, people spend a lot more time on correspondence. Some of the letters I received (and sent, I'm sure) were many pages long. HANDWRITTEN. How often do any of us do that now?

Ookla The Mok envelope

Found (and threw out) my old scientific calculator. It had seemed SO high-tech back when I received it as a gift. Now an iPhone app can duplicate its functions and more.

Ancient technology

Found the receipt for my very first Macintosh computer, purchased when I was a student at the University of Toronto:

Receipt for my very first Mac computer!

A couple copies of TV Guide's Farewell To Star Trek, which contained a simplified version of my "Neurotic Love Song" lyrics, which Urban Tapestry went on to perform in concert:

Farewell To Star Trek

Breakfast orders scribbled on an envelope the morning of my wedding, when I stayed at the Millcroft Inn with my bridesmaids:

Breakfast orders

My old roleplaying dice and a leather bag whose origin I forget:

Roleplaying dice

One of the hand-painted wedding program covers I made for Jim and Diane for their wedding:

Hand-painted wedding programs

As you may have guessed by now, going through those memory boxes was an emotional rollercoaster for me as I came across reminders from almost every significant event in my life, from early childhood through to the present. Cried lots. Jeff was there throughout for hugs when I needed them, carting away stuff I wanted to throw out, packing up anything I wanted to keep, coming over when I wanted to show him something or just to talk.

Piano student gift

You can see some of the items I've found so far in my Flickr set. I'll be adding more over time.

It feels good to be doing this. Cathartic, in a way, and giving me perspective. One of the high points: I was going through some of Jeff's old love letters and notes from nearly 25 years ago when he came over. He gave me a hug from behind and murmured in my ear: "I love you more -now-, you know."

I adore that man.

wedding.jpg

Above: photo by Jeff Kesner.

Reader Comments (8)

What a great idea... I wish I'd done that. Forty isn't too old to start, is it?

You have a great husband. :)

January 10, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterRachel Sommer

Wow -- memories. I love the wedding photo!

January 10, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterSherman Dorn

I bet that letter to Trudi *really* touched the old heartstrings.

I'll just stay out of your way for a few weeks until your addled brain forgets all about it again...

January 10, 2010 | Unregistered Commenteraiabx

Don't forget, Trudi was a Real Astralian Terrier. Not one of those fake ones they have now on reality shows..

January 10, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterReid

Wow. That sounds so much like my life. All the souvenirs I've kept over the years. I really should make a scrapbook from them.

January 10, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterJim

I kept boxes like that, too. I started sometime in elementary school, then stopped in high school. I'm only 21 now, but going back through them is pretty much exactly as you've described - some hold memories, which send me reeling back to the past, but others are just blanks. Sometimes I wish I still kept my boxes, but I had to stop sometime. Life got too complicated to put it all in a box.

January 11, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterNicole

What a great wedding photo. Wish I had one of those!

January 11, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterGinny

Awwwwwww. That's so touching, Deb. I'm sitting in the airport waiting for my flight home now trying not to get all weepy-eyed at that last bit from Jeff (and missing my own hubby who I'll be seeing very soon now after a while away from home). How very sweet. :}

January 12, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterJodi

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