Mementos and hard copies . . .
The Lowe Down
On my 16th birthday a friend gave me a scrapbook. I spent the next two years filling it with small mementos of experiences and memories with people that I didn’t want to forget. It represents a small window into my high school and teen years. Today its pages are full of yellowed movie ticket stubs, time worn gum wrappers held scantily to the pages with ochre-colored scotch tape, photographs from a roll of film or a polaroid camera, prom booklets, performance programs, notes from friends, letters, and valentines that all take me back in time. Seeing any one of these physical items makes me smile. I’m so glad I took the time back then to save them. I’m sure I would have forgotten about these times with people who were important to me, some still, some for a moment in time; but all cherished. I had no idea back then that this scrapbook would be a gift that would keep on giving whenever I took a notion to look at it.
I’ve always been a sentimental person saving photographs and appreciating little things. For my 50th birthday, my parents asked what I would like for my birthday. I told them I wanted a table lamp that they have owned for as long as I can remember. No store bought present would have ever meant as much.
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