Friday, June 22, 2012

Useless Trinkets


Keepsakes

Not everything worth keeping has to be useful.” Cynthia Lord (Rules)

I have a small, gold locket that belonged to my grandmother, Mayda. On the outside, there is a circle of tiny pearls and inside the circle, a filigreed rose. Inside the locket are photographs of my father and uncle. Just their faces are cut out and pressed into tiny round frames. I never saw my grandmother wear this locket. The loop that held it onto a chain has been broken for as long as I can remember. The photos of her sons were taken when they were young men, so I believe she wore it while they were in the Pacific, fighting in World War II.

It passed to me in 1980, when she died with both sons by her side. I take the locket out of my jewelry box now and then, to open the latch and look at the photos. Both men were handsome, full of “piss and vinegar”, as we say around here. I wonder what it was like for her, having already lost one child to pneumonia and her husband to lung cancer, to have her remaining children in the line of fire. Did she lie awake nights worrying about them? Did she hold the locket when she prayed for them?

The locket means something to me even though it is broken and not valuable by the world's standards. I also have a leather satchel, containing all the drawings and paintings my children did when they were preschool aged. The papers are now brown and brittle with age, the paint is faded. Someone else will have to throw them away when I'm no more.

It's interesting to me what we humans keep and what we throw away. We are strange and sentimental creatures. We form attachments to objects because they remind us of a happy time in our lives, or of a personal hurdle we leapt, or of someone we love. It feels as though that memory, or that person is somehow contained within the object and to throw it away is to throw away them as well. I can't explain this; I just know it is so.

I'll bet you possess keepsakes that have no intrinsic value. It's not a new phenomenon. Humans have been saving special objects since they could stand upright and use their opposing thumbs. Sometimes when archeologists open ancient graves they find trinkets and mementos belonging to the person who is buried there.

What are your cherished possessions? What do you value even though it has no usefulness? Soul connections, every one.

                                       In the spirit,
                                      Jane

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