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Mementos and memories…. taking a break dealing with life and death from the virus

May 10, 2020

Memories.. my parents and my daughters wedding picture, and mementos.. including a piece of a building from Hiroshima, and tools of the printing trade.


….it seems like many months have passed since the news everyday was focused on impeaching the President whereas everyday now we hear about how many people are dying and sick from the virus and for me it is reminiscent of when Americans were held hostage in Iran and we sent in a foiled attempt to rescue them, and every night on the news there would be a ‘days of captivity count’…. no matter my feeling is the same I need a break from the heavy lifting of carrying around the possibility of going to the grocery store and catching a deadly virus.

 

A coffee cup from my wife reminding me I am not perfect, and a trophy and a copy of an award winning DVD about Alaska and a truly prized possession the hammer I used for the 14 years I was building on the Northern Alaska homestead.


So it may be because I had a birthday recently but I have lately been looking more and more back to things I have done and places I have been. This is probably triggered by my son returning to me (for my birthday) two dog tags, mine and my fathers that I gave to him for safe keeping years ago. I had always thought I would attach them to the lanyard around my neck that holds my nitroglycerin pills, but when I was about to do that I had this feeling of fear that for some reason I might loose them.

 

A ceramic sculpture, (monkey considering its origins), my wife made for me, an Alaskan bowel from my daughter and a plaque my son made commemorating my 14 years living in the wilderness

This got me to thinking exactly what are mementos and why do we place such a high personal value on them.Scattered around my apartment I have a number of shelves dedicated to ‘things’ that most would ignore but to me are cherished by the very nature of how they came into my life. Now no doubt in 74 years of living I have touched or used many things but still there are a few that rise to this high level of importance in my life…why?

 

Photo’s of my family and I plus some awards centering around an American flag my father displayed before his passing.



That is actually a question that has no one answer,

but as I ponder an answer

I gaze up at the wall behind my computer

and once again

forget about the life and death struggle

that surrounds us all

and allow my mind to find

a safe harbor to weather out the storm.

Photography by Anthony

 

4 Comments leave one →
  1. Mike Hohmann permalink
    May 10, 2020 12:54 pm

    Happy belated birthday, Pete. Hope it was a good one!

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  2. john permalink
    May 10, 2020 12:55 pm

    treasures to be treasured,, have a few myself , on a treasure table in my living room Blessings john w8wej

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  3. Jon Rukavina permalink
    May 10, 2020 2:32 pm

    Hey Pete, happy birthday to you from Margie and I!
    I recently sold my ’84 Olds Cutlass that I owned since ’92. Of the 19 trophies I kept the first, last & a couple in between. Someday I’ll wonder why.
    I also recently re-read a couple of diaries I’d saved for almost 50 years, including one of my years living in Alaska. Guess we’re all sentimental.
    Nice creations from your family!

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  4. Tricia permalink
    May 10, 2020 10:43 pm

    The momentous can take us to a event from our past that still will make us smile and feel good or we keep certain momentous to remind us of a lesson that we needed to learn or to remind us who and what is really important in our lives so we never forget them. Also I think because a lot of us humans, the ones that keep these types of momentous, have a hard time letting go of the past. So in my opinion they could be a good thing but sometimes not. But what do I know.
    I do know I must take after my father because I have just as many, probably more, momentous that are displayed throughout my house as well.

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