As writers, we are also memory catchers, like someone carefully running through time with our butterfly nets and whispering, "I caught one."
When I read Elsie's post last week about her plain walnut box, I knew what I would be writing about today. I have a jewelry box that holds "junk" but also memories of so many different stages in my life. I'll be honest, I haven't looked in this drawer for a long time. But when I did, the memories were released.
- Charm bracelets, a fad from my junior high days. A flute, a volleyball, and a key to happiness.
- Silver quarters I found while working the cash registers at McDonald's.
- My high school ring and senior key.
- My sorority pins and pledge ribbon from college.
- A teddy bear necklace, the very first Christmas gift when my husband and I started dating.
- My broken engagement ring and diamond, which wasn't really an engagement ring because we were never really engaged.
- A sycamore leaf pendant that I was awarded for Manager of the Year during my first career.
- Some of Megan and Ethan's baby teeth that must have fallen out of the bag where I keep them.
- Ethan's first library card when he was four years old.
- My mom's business card when she lived in China.
- Girl Scout pins when I was a leader for Megan's troop.
...any many other things that I have just kept tucked away over the years.
I really have no idea why I have kept many of these things in this drawer. I guess it is because I am a memory catcher, and just like butterflies, I don't always want to let them go.