My Top Memory Treasures

12 Jan

I’ve been thinking about how I remember things. The things that represent ‘what- have- beens’. A while back I spoke about Old-Wisdom and how there is an old kind of love that is unswerving and dedicated to the last, stalwart and unflinching. Today I want to talk about another thing I’ve learnt from my Grandma, perhaps learnt is the wrong word, more a sense of absorbing.

My Grandma keeps things….things is perhaps an understatement- everything would be more apt. Her house is an old-curiosity shop of treasures from her life. It strickens her if anyone attempts to clear away some of the clutter (even if said clutter has been untouched for a decade).

I understand why, I feel the same. We retain objects as keepsakes; our sentries against lapsed time. How the holding of an object can be a time-portal to that long since gone moment and how we can build so much into the tiny-compressed molecules of a thing. How we display and curate these objects as the pin-points of our lives.

Our reckoning of our significant moments.

This is not going to be a wordy post but more of a photographic portrait of some of my treasures and how I remember the parts of me and past events that shape my life.

This is the address my Grandma has had all her life. Its really sad, when one of her friends dies she puts a line through them in the address book.

This is the address my Grandma has had all her life. Its really sad, when one of her friends dies she puts a line through them in the address book.

 

My Grandma's recipe book collated and added to across a lifetime. There is something about passed on knowledge.

My Grandma’s recipe book collated and added to across a lifetime. There is something about passed on knowledge.

 

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Travel treasures from Poland and Norway. (Disclaimer…I am not communist, I just liked this belt buckle and wondered about who it used to belong to).

 

 

 

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When I left my last job, some friends I made for life there, made me these beautiful scrap books.

 

My boyfriend has got me an old postcard from every place I've lived and any place that has been significant in my life.

My boyfriend has got me an old postcard from every place I’ve lived and any place that has been significant in my life.

 

Writing on above postcards

Writing on above postcards

 

My beautiful books. There is something about classic spines that are art in themselves.

My beautiful books. There is something about classic spines that are art in themselves.

 

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A charm for all the important things that have happened in my life.

 

Some of my favourite lyrics.

Some of my favourite lyrics.

 

Important people, photos that sum up what I love.

Important people, photos that sum up what I love.

 

My Moleskines

My Moleskines

 

My piano music

My piano music

 

My newest but one of my greatest treasures. Pooka photobook, page after page of Pooka memories.

My newest but one of my greatest treasures. Pooka photobook, page after page of Pooka memories.

 

Tell me…what are your treasures? Why are they so important to you?

 

6 thoughts on “My Top Memory Treasures

  1. What a lovely idea. Your Grandma’s things are beautiful, but I do love the idea of the old post cards from everywhere you’ve been that’s been significant in your life. And the song lyrics… I think I might use that for a workshop I’m doing 🙂

  2. Lately we have been cleaning and decluttering big time. It’s been a great process and I love the spaces it has given us back in our home. Most of these spaces are above us – on top of wardrobes and suspended ceilings. I love the air around these spaces now. I feel like I can breathe.

    But it’s important not to give everything away. As I was sorting I came across letters, diaries, university files, writing, photos. And suddenly I met myself again. A familiar stranger, another version of me. And I liked her. Quite a bit actually. I found myself in those things.

    It’s important not to be to attached to things. But things can be important too. x

    • Kate you’re so right, it’s getting that balance between keeping your treasures and clearing a bit of space for yourself. I live in a teeny-weeny flat in London and so have to be strict with myself about what I can see and what I can’t keep. Sometimes I do think it would be liberating and free to just have no material possessions but then I remember how lucky I am to have so many lovely things. I somet I,ex think what is this stuff for?perhaps it’s just stuff. It’s nice isn’t it when you have a clear out and all of a sudden there is all this space and it just makes you feel better X

  3. Such a beautiful post, and you’re a girl after my own heart. I keep so many special things and ‘scrapbook’ my life – tickets, notes, letters, and I also collect vintage postcards. How lovely of your boyfriend to find postcards to represent each place you have lived! Your Grandma’s treasures are priceless, though it is sad about the address book. Perhaps a new one is in order, though it wouldn’t contain all those same memories I suppose. Thanks for sharing xx
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