Your hobbies and interests can tell a lot about you. However, some hobbies lend themselves to showing-off better than others. If you’re a gardener and have neighbors, everyone around knows the extent of your green thumb. (Unless deer come through and eat all your perennials, but that’s another topic.) The key words there are everyone around. All your neighbors might be aware of your garden prowess, but your loved ones ten states away might not be. The same goes for quilting, photography, woodworking, and the like.
When we think about traditions, we think about the big ones, like holidays and family reunions. Listening to “8 Years Lost,” Paperclipping.com’s Round Table interview with Jackie Wood, I was struck by her yearning to remember the everyday routines and the little traditions. (Read Jackie’s Guest Post Eight Years of Memories Lost. )
What does June mean to you? We hope our interpretations will provide you with some inspiration. If you’re coming from Cindy Murray’s Crafty Neighbor blog at http://craftyneighbor.blogspot.com/2013/06/june-blog-hop.html, you’re at the right place.
Fathers Day is a great time to share memories with dad, but it’s not the only time you might want to share memories with the father-figure in your life. Whether it’s a dad or granddad that you miss or honoring the man in your life, these memories of these men matter. A simple Google search on “Memory Gifts” will give you tons of ideas for meaningful gifts you can order.
Making gifts is also a wonderful way to share memories with dad. Pinterest (and this website) are great places to find memory sharing ideas. Here are a few of my favorites:
In her post today, Staci Troilio points out that unseasonal weather makes an intriguing backdrop for fiction stories. Since life is so frequently stranger than fiction, that goes double to those of us writing about and collecting family memories.
Though not quite meeting the bar of “wild weather,” last weekend we attended an outdoor wedding in Sumter, SC, where it was unseasonably cold. (For South Carolina, mid-sixities in May is cold!) The weather didn’t quite steal the show, but it earned a prominent position on the day’s credits.
If you want to get technical, my brain is a treasure chest of memories. Since I’ve had a MRI, I guess theoretically, I could scan and embed a picture of it. However, as the radiologist’s report spelled out that my brain was “unremarkable,” I’ll spare us all the embarrassment.
Luckily, I have my maternal grandma’s “Treasure Chest of Memories,” a collection of her memories. But that’s not all I have.
My Grandpa’s Chest of Memories
I also have chest that my paternal grandpa had in during WWI. For decades, my Grandma Wilkinson, then my mother, stored memorabilia in it. It went largely ignored during the last fifty or sixty years. Only after my grandmother’s story of being an orphan was debunked a few years ago, did I start exploring it in earnest. (See My Story.)
In this chest were WWI portraits of two of my grandmother’s brothers. Those photos alone are treasures. While they don’t explain what made her sever and deny her connections to her family, they do stand as testament that her brothers weren’t the cause of it.
The box also contains photos, letters, Christmas cards, scrapbooks, articles, and mementos. Looking through it, I now know my dad first donated blood in 1952. Letters between my mother and her siblings reveal their loving relationships. I also found this home-made valentine my mom made for my dad. It also contains things that twist at my heart: funeral programs, obituaries, and wills. Seeing that my parents saved every letter I wrote from overseas makes me feel guilty that I didn’t take the time to write more.
Do You Have Other Ideas or Comments? I’d love to hear your thoughts. Click on the “comments” icon in the top right corner of this post. For a “Treasure Chest” example read “Love Notes.“
Do you have photos of your family photographer?
In many families, there’s one person who is the designated family photographer. Usually that person enjoys their role and the gratitude they receive from family members. However, this arrangement can have its downside: When all those photo albums are compiled, sometimes the family photographer is only conspicuous by their absence.
Every Friday, Lisa-Jo Baker, founder of “Five Minute Friday,” broadcasts a writing prompt, challenging writers to writer for five minutes only. In her words, “It’s not a perfect post, not a profound post, just five minutes of focused writing. “
This is a great writing exercise even if you’re not blogging your treasures (memories). Your spontaneous thoughts on a given subject can reveal your personality, daily life, beliefs, etc. If you are blogging, I encourage you to join in! If you want to connect on Twitter, use the hashtag #FiveMinuteFriday.
Today’s prompt: Remember
Remembering is our strongest defense against our biggest enemy—time.
The moments slip away, loved ones pass away, and our kids move away. We can’t stop these from happening. What we can do is to drink in the moments as they happen, preserving them in our hearts in High Def. We can remember.
When we look back, we feel a twinge of regret for the times gone by, but with great gratitude and fondness for the moments themselves. We remember.
Sometimes, we worry so much that we won’t remember that we forget to “be” in the moment.
I learned this by accident. When my son won his first cross-country meet, I stood at the finish line camera in hand. In the immediate aftermath, I was frustrated with myself for getting so excited that I forgot to raise the camera and hit the shutter button as he crossed the finish line. Now I’m glad I did. I have the memory of being immersed in the moment, celebrating his win. I remember his smile.
© Laura Hedgecock 2013