TREASURES FROM THE PAST..I THINK

My dear friend River Jordan managed to break a cob web away from my rusted old mind. She talked about lost things on her radio show up in Nashville. The older I get the more things I seem to lose. Sometimes I lose them for a few minutes and sometimes I lose them for a few years. Don’t you love finding things you lost for years? It’s like discovering a time capsule. They are often just the way you left them. Ok, if it was a live animal you might want to let that sleeping dog lie… so to speak.

A few weeks ago I found a cash box I had forgotten about 10 yrs ago in a storage box. It was quite heavy and when I lifted it, I felt like I had discovered Davy Jones locker. I carefully placed it on a table and slowly unlocked and opened the box. My mind was racing, could I have left it full of silver dollars, maybe bags of mercury dimes or perhaps even a stack or two of twenty dollar bills? As I opened the lid, the mystery was quickly over, it was full of pennies. Yeah great… I was cheap back then too… go figure.

Probably one of my greatest finds was an attaché case of Boy Scout memorabilia. What a rush, there were patrol record books of friends long forgotten (although many are now on Face book). Merit badges, and an old black and white photograph or two, several neckerchief’s, order of the arrow book and several merit badges I earned over 40 ago, yes I said 40 yrs ago.

Ok here is the weird part; I also found a 1972 GIRL SCOUT calendar. Must have been from one of those Girl Scout camp raids at Camp Blue Springs in the sand hills of Bay County. That box had a little bit of everything in it. I even found some 45 yr old Valentines from classmates like Jenny Everitt and Julie Coleman. The good news is I get to relive those memories all over again as I went through that brief case.

Now that we have covered the good, let’s take a look at the bad. I found a lotto ticket where I won $50 back in 1994. That hurt, I won’t look at old lotto tickets anymore, I’m afraid what the next one will I also found my set of keys to my old red Yamaha Venture that I lost when I moved to this home two years ago. I had to load up my Venture on a trailer and haul it to a locksmith where I paid him $75 to re-key all my locks. I took my bike back home and when I got up the next morning to ride, I stepped on… you guessed it… my old set of keys. I’m pretty sure a gopher picked them up and was messing with me that morning by throwing them down where I would surely find them.

Ok we finally get to the worst scenario of this article. Surely you will remember doing this. You are looking through your closet or shop when it suddenly occurs to you, you haven’t seen some object in a long time and have no idea what happened to it. I had that happened to me when somehow I lost a 38 caliber revolver a few years ago. I looked everywhere and the only thing I could think of was that I hid it somewhere at my old house in Callaway and didn’t get to go get it before I moved out. Bummer, it was my first hand gun purchased on my 21st birthday. For some of you gun control freaks out there it’s not such a great loss but for a born and bread southern boy, it’s like losing a member of the family. I guess my musing is over for today I just hope I remember to push send when I submit this article. Have a great week.