In our house
in our basement
on a shelf
in a box…
I found some things that I have had for a very long time. They were stuffed into this wonky little pot that I made in pottery class in 1977. I was 12.
My husband and I have been spending a few nights a week going through our belongings in our basement in preparation for an upcoming garage sale. As much as it is tedious, it’s also a way to revisit our pasts, both as a couple and before we were together. Old notebooks, letters to each other, photos from college. We try to focus on the task at hand, getting rid of stuff we don’t use or need any more. But some nights we find *the good stuff* and get caught up in a nostalgia vortex.
I thought I’d share the random little gems I found in a very old box from my childhood. (I’ll spare you a photo of my retainer. Eww.)
1) Mickey Mouse hankie – I have no idea where this came from or why I kept it.
2) Barbie Sunglasses (sitting on the hankie) – Pink, mirrored. From my 1970’s Malibu Barbie. Complete awesome.
3) Sealing Wax Stamp – with an embossed initial “B”. Reserved for use on the most important of letters to prevent tampering.
4) Girl Scout Pocket knife – I loved getting this back when I was a Girl Scout and I’m so happy I still have it, even if it’s just to look at on occasion.
5) Wonky clay pot – I believe this was my first time throwing on a potter’s wheel.
6) Cassette Tape – One side is labeled “Billy Joel: 52nd Street” and the other, “Betsy, guitar”. I tried to play the guitar side, hoping to hear my 8 year old self singing “How Much is the Doggy in the Window?”. Instead I heard Foreigner singing Double Vision. Hmmm. Probably the work of my 12 year old self.
7) Lucky Rabbit’s Foot – I cherished that thing. I showed my boys and they were totally disgusted. (Whaaa? C’mon you guys, it was LUCKY!)
8) Silver Dollar – c.1922
9) Silver Hair Barrette, engraved with my name.
10) Guitar picks – I loved my guitar picks.
I also found some comics I wrote for the college newspaper (so corny!) and letters from old friends, my brothers, my husband when we were dating. It’s sad to me that no one writes letters anymore. I don’t write letters any more. (Do you write letters any more?)
One of the best things I rediscovered was the journal of quotes I started when my kids first began to talk. It only has a few dozen entries because it was lost in a moving box for the past 3 years. We’ve been having a wonderful time reading it together. Now that they are 8 and 10, they can appreciate the funny things they said when they were 2 and 4. And maybe someday they’ll rediscover it in an old box when they are 40 something, cleaning the basement and getting into a nostalgia vortex of their own.