It's the night before the Super Bowl, and since my beloved Philadelphia Eagles aren't in it, I don't know if I'll bother to watch it much except to see if Taylor Swift will make it to the game.
If she does, and the Chiefs win, I don't know why, but I have this image of whatshisname (not the fat Kelce, the other one), dropping to his knees on the 50-yard line and proposing to Swift.
However if they lose, all bets are off. :)
I found out yesterday that one of the people who were involved in the theft (and sale), of my belongings when I lived in Europe a few years ago, is back in the neighborhood. The thing that hurt me the most about that robbery were the family mementos that I lost.
My high school diary. The only video of my late grandmother dancing (or in fact, doing anything at all). All of my Navy uniforms, campaign pins, my boot camp yearbook, and other keepsakes from my military days (including my Shellback Initiation certificate and card, from when we crossed the Equator).
Gone.
In fact, the only Navy items I have left are my seabag which I took with me to Europe, and one of my dog tags.
That's it.
As the historian of the family, I put it on myself to save all of that stuff, and planned on digitizing it upon my return from Germany, never thinking that my whole life would be sold.
So the point of today's post is to remind everyone to save (and savor), your memories.
While the items might be gone, the memories remain.
Don't do what I did and put preserving those important items until later. Do it now. Another thing I learned is to spread those things out in multiple locations, as opposed to keeping them all in one place. That's a real lesson learned from all this.
But remember, even if you've lost a memento that meant something to you, you'll always have the memories, feelings, sights, sounds and scents of that event, to relive whenever you want.
And no one can ever steal that. :)
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Great advice! That sucks all your family and personal mementos were stolen. Mine are scattered around the house. I do need to digitize a great deal.
The informative thing about it, is that I was going through a lot of my old stuff in August of that year, and decided to put off working on the mementos until after I returned.
I used an old-fashioned camera to film my late grandmother that she had lying around. My sister had found some old songs to play, and grandmom surprised us by deciding to dance to it on the spur of the moment.
It was the one and ONLY time we ever saw this normally staid woman "shake her bootie" and it was that film that I was holding in my hands a few weeks before I flew to Europe. I told myself that I would digitize the old gal (her nickname was 'Gallie'), and send copies out to other family members for posterity.
The thieves threw away anything that didn't sell, and 'Gallies Last Dance' was one of the things they tossed.
But I'll always have those loving memories of her that will always stay with me.
So everyone, please make copies of your stuff, save them in the cloud, and spread them amongst your family members. You'll be glad you did. :)
Things decay, over time, memories don't or do they? They might change and get messed up ( dementia, alzheimers etc. ). Days ago, I watched an interesting movie on dementia: 'The Father', starring Anthony Hopkins. Recommended viewing, if you haven't already seen it.
Hopkins is a good actor, but no, I haven't seen that one. I must've been born with an elephant's memory, as I would recall family events to such an extent that I would correct my siblings about things from our childhood "you fell on your right side while pushing a shopping cart and not a stroller when you were 12." That kind of thing.
That's why they made me the historian, and also because I was the only one interested in such minutia about the family.
Yay! 🤗
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