The "collector's" items thread had a couple of people talkng about "probably not worth much, but to me it's priceless".
This here thread is all about "I KNOW it's worth nothing, but to me it's priceless".
- A small Tupperware cup (holds about 250ml) that I've had since I was three years old. It's been the only thing that has stayed with me every move I have gone on (including beng homeless).
- A plastic bin which somehow has made it from me moving out on my own for the first time all the way to the present.
- I'm sure there's some other stuff, can't think of them right now.
- And lastly (and most importantly), my cowboy hat, given to me by my wife three years ago.
I'm from Rural Ontario, and very proud of it. Several of my mannerisms and speech is full of small-town type items (I occasionally will even slip into the rural accent from time to time). I often identify myself as being from Grey - Bruce County, to the point where I used to have a hat that SCREAMED small-town. Sadly, it got lost years ago. I mentioned I wanted another hat like that to my wife (then we were not married yet).
My wife (a city girl in all ways) gave her small-town (not-yet) husband a cowboy hat while she was in Calgary. This during what was likely the most emotionally trying time in her life I might add. Although the hat is from Alberta and I'm born and bred from rural Ontario, small-town country style is the same pretty much anywhere. A cowboy hat is a cowboy hat, and once again I have a hat which is an outward sign of where I come from.
The hat and I have become synonymous with wearing it, to the point where people wonder if I will wear it in the winter eventually. Other than my wedding ring, that hat is likely the thing that means the most to me sentimental wise.
(edited by El Nastio on 13.10.09 1723) You know, I really don't know what to put here. Close your eyes and thank of something funny!
a little pink and plastic horn that we put on the Christmas tree and blow before presents. My Mom got it for her first birthday, so it's like 85 years old.
My old cop nightstick. It's got a name. Weird, right?
a Cubs hat I have had since I was 21
a buckeye (that's a nut) that my Dad carried in his pocket for years that I now carry.
We'll be back right after order has been restored here in the Omni Center.
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A small, hinged wooden chest I found in buried in the woods when I was 5 years old. It was full of dirt and pennies (mostly dirt). Clearly, finding buried treasure is the coolest thing that could ever happen to a 5 year old, so I became immediately very attached to the chest. Since then and up to now, I keep my spare change in it.
I don't think I'd be too torn up if I lost it or had to get rid of it for some reason, but it's nice to have around still.
Lloyd: When I met Mary, I got that old fashioned romantic feeling, where I'd do anything to bone her. Harry: That's a special feeling.
I have many Christmas ornaments like this; too many to name them all, but here's a few. A "Baby's First Christmas" ornament that has a baby (me, apparently) sleeping in a cradle while the nearby window shows a night sky. An ornament where Santa Claus is climbing the Empire State Building. One where Snoopy has a Christmas tree in his dog dish, with Woodstock as, I think, the star on top.
Three stuffed animals from my childhood: Snoopy and Coon-Coon (the racoon) that I've had since before I can remember, and Eke, the dolphin I've had since I was ten or so. (The threesome used to be a foursome, with Hubert the elephant, but I'm not sure where he is at the moment).
A sweater I wore in first grade, my absolute favorite, that was yellow and brown-striped-- my "Eddie-Bee" shirt. When I outgrew it, my mother sewed some socks into it and turned it into a pillow.
Soon (with the recent death of Nee-Nee and Pop-Pop, my father's parents) I'll be receiving a portrait of Pop-Pop conducting an orchestra. He was head of the music department at Old Dominion for many, many years.
A recent addition to this list: A Civil War chess set previously owned by my late uncle. It's one of those ones where you get the pieces one or two at a time. I played my first game with it (against my mother) a week ago, as the Confederates, and absolutely kicked her ass. (Then again, my mother is one of those "remind me again how this piece moves?" chess players).
My Kids Sing Christmas CD album; I remember being woken up by the cassette tape version of it many Christmases ago (when it was playing "Feliz Navidad") and getting stoked because I thought my parents had bought the Sesame Street Christmas special. Little did I know that the album would become an all-time favorite of mine.
An orange Indiana Firebirds hat that I bought when we went to a game of theirs at Conseco Fieldhouse on or around February 23, 2003-- my 21st birthday. It's all the more sentimental to me now that the team, and indeed the league itself, no longer exists. (We lost that game, by the way, but what a fun game it was!)
My tassel and high school diploma.
The boxes containing the ashes of our late cat and dog, along with the porcelain one containing the ashes of the one that owned my sister.
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