I Have a Box Full of Memories

My brother walks around with a chip on his shoulder the size of a brick. Not one of those red building brick type of bricks, more like one of those concrete cinderblock size bricks, but without the holes.  Its a solid brick.  All his...

I don't have just one box filled with memories, I have at least half a dozen boxes scattered around the house. I keep all sorts of things. I have birthday cards, wedding cards- Mum and step-dads, their divorced though- photos of me as a...

I have always been one to collect things from the people who are important in my life.   These things I collected could be trinkets, letters, jewelry,  and most importantly letters and cards. I save many of the cards and letters I...

it's a box that can never be emptied.
some memories, i don't remember and i don't want to. they are safely locked in a box.
i don't want to unlock it and let the waves of emotion hit me.
when my brain takes a trip down memory lane, it...

To say my parents were frugal in their day is a bit of an understatement. It was like when a friend of mine and I were discussing Hitler one day.  "Hitler was a bad guy", my friend stated.  I sort of take offense to this kind of...

I, like so many, have a "real" memory box.  It's filled with photos, trinkets, and things collected from days gone by.  The things in my memory box are special to me and I treasure them. 

But the  "memory box" I...

When I was 13 years old the company my father worked for sent our family to an obscure town located in a mountainous region. It was an odd town found along a windy road that seemed to go nowhere in particular.  On the surface, it was a...

We were a family where if there was not splurge of money but there was no scarcity where it was needed.
My parents always directed me and my brother to do thing which we could do.

I remember that we use to get blank/white pages a lot...

Letters.
Dried flower.
Cross stitch.
Clippings.
Hate notes.
Pictures.
Band aids.
Drumstick.
Stickers.
Journal.
Guitar picks.
Notebooks.
Pens.
Piano sheets.
Keys.
Trolls.
Origamis.
Plane tickets.
Shells.
Necklace.
Dagger.
Pellets.
Bottle...

After reading a story entitled “Pandora’s Box”, I summoned the courage to relate my own experience with a box of memories. This particular box had been in a storage shed for 33 years. When my high-school girlfriend, Angela Baker...

I've always been one to collect things from the people I care about. I suppose because things were never concrete in my youth. Relationships could be fleeting since we moved so often. So as I grew, so did my collections...first it would...

I heard a popping sound the other day while I was working on my computer. Not too loud, but loud enough to make me stop what I was doing.  I thought to myself… "That's a new sound".  About one second later there was a very loud...

I have several of these. I keep them all for different reasons.

I used to have many more of them and the reasons that they are gone are even more varied.

Memories are a hard thing. They remind but offer no true solace or peace. I can...

I needed a night light in my bathroom. I don't like having to walk over at night, fumbling along, to where the light switch is on the wall in my dark living room because its way over where you would never expect a light switch to be...

I think my parents bought it for me before I left for USAF. It's gone with me everywhere I've gone. I got a larger one just like it and not as banged up but the smaller one has much more meaning because It's been with me longer. Some...

I was married many years ago on a beautiful piece of property with mountains in the background and small wild looking river running through the middle. It was a photographic perfect place and day.  The wedding ceremony was held out...

I attended a few funerals over the last five years. Too many, I feel.  Far more funerals than I have ever attended weddings.  Death plays an odd part in my life.  Its always there, but in my life, I have rarely really seen death up...