Comments: Pockets...

Hot damn, Eric! You become a better writer every day. Seriously.

Posted by sadie on March 26, 2005 05:16 PM


The last thought you share above is very true. Carrying it a step dad had a watch he wore most every day. I imagine it was of no significant value dollar-wise, but charished as a gift or for its consistent faithful service over the years.

Where it gained real value was when my mother passed it on to me. Every time I look at the shelf above my monitor there it sits, a constant reminder of my father an arm's reach away. Same thing when I have occasion to wear it, it is as if I were seeing time through my father's eyes. When there comes a time for your daily treasures to be dispersed, may they proudly serve as your totems to a future generation. There is powerful magic there, in what the foolish consider commonplace.

Posted by Guy S on March 26, 2005 05:31 PM

I think it's awesome that you take value in the smaller momentos like that. The same lighter for 12 years, used daily. Yeah, I think you can be part of my OCD club. You'll certainly qualify! I'll email you the password and site :) Just kidding!

Posted by Sheilah on March 26, 2005 07:34 PM

" an Indian with his medicine bag, I suppose... a life's collection of mobile memories..."

Damn, that's good.

Posted by Jim - PRS on March 26, 2005 10:19 PM

A most excellent post...

Posted by Boudicca on March 26, 2005 10:50 PM

Dude, I don't want to run your life, but unfiltered Camels were what my grandfather smoked until the day he died from lung cancer.

That is when I got his hammer... you remember that post...

We'd like to keep you around.

Posted by Jack on March 27, 2005 02:23 AM

I know what you are saying. I've carried the same pocket knife for close to half my life now. It goes with me everywhere, and when I don't have it with me, I feel lost. And since 2000 I've been carrying the same gold sacejiewa (sp?) dollar. I wont spend it, but I still carry it. I don't know why, but I just feel better knowing it's in my pocket.

Posted by Contagion on March 28, 2005 08:56 AM

Being in the Navy, having to move frequently, and having next to no storage space on the ship, I learned to let go of objects.


What I *really* learned was to use very SMALL objects as the touchstones that keep my life's memories alive. Except for my dress blues, my Navy memories take up about a cubic foot of space.

But every object in that pile overflows with the magic you speak of.

Posted by Harvey on March 28, 2005 02:26 PM