If you can’t remember why you have a memento, or when you got it or where, it’s probably not a memento any more.
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If you can’t remember why you have a memento, or when you got it or where, it’s probably not a memento any more.
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That is until you throw it away at which point in the not too distant future you will mysteriously recall its origins. Or, somebody involved with it’s procurement will suddenly appear out of nowhere and ask, “So, you still have that doohickey-majigger I sold 14 pints of bodily fluids to get for you?” Karma is cruel and all that.
The corollary to this is, getting or keeping a record of geegaws or heirlooms you have.
I just last week took possession of a handmade, antique, miniature (horse drawn) coach, that my grandfather made for my grandmother. It’s close to 100 years old now, and some of it’s ‘story’ has been lost. I’m trying to rebuild the story via family members.
and along those lines,
I used to live next door to a guy who had a Samurai Sword his father had gotten during WWII. Barry was too young to remember how his Dad got it, and Dad had just passed away. Barry’s brother said Dad ‘took it off a dead Jap’. When they had it appraised for the estate, the appraiser said it wasn’t even ‘just’ an officer but must have been SOMEBODY.
The sword was over 300 years old, had been made by some well known sword maker. It would ONLY have belonged to some well connected, upper echelon officer at that time.
Ask questions while the older family is still kicking.
Of course none of that works if all we’re talking about is a plastic Moose, wearing a sombrero, hanging on a rubber band with Fredrickson & Sons Inc. stamped on the antlers.
(I have two of those!)
(and NOPE, not a damned clue where they came from)