They say to have a memory like an elephant is to never forget. I have a terrible memory but the smarts of a squirrel. When I was little, I filled a shoebox with my most precious things. I squirreled away items I wanted to be buried with – like an Egyptian king. In my teens I swapped my shoebox for a sturdy wooden one. I still take my Riunite box out now and again to walk the sure-footed steps of an elephant. I take out each item and remember what I never want to forget…
Here’s my Memory Box
And I share with you its precious contents
Items- manilla folder stuffed with special letters, locks of love cards, b/w photo of my high school softball days, the first horse I ever bought with my own money, a little jewelry tin filled with junk trinkets, my baby shoe, the collar from my first dog, small church books from my Catholic grade school, my first Christmas stocking, my first pair of eye glasses, my cool button “Real People Wear Fake Fur”, my Prentice Hall business card, a Matchbox car, rocks I painted for 9/11, the beautiful poem Ithaca, by C.P Cavafy
Thank you. May your dreams be full of adventure and discovery.
Elephant in prisma pencil 2007.
Memory collection beginning in 1970…Memory photos taken today