Today they rest on the pavement outside my Dad's garage but when I was younger, they were used to help Dad and his best bud, Wick, through the muck in the swamp. A picture of these two great friends is below, both influential and special in my life.
Of course a quick buzz with the saw would make them great kindling to start the wood stove's fire this winter but the thought of cutting up a memory is sad. There might come a time when these two sticks will need to be cut but for now they serve as a reminder...of friendship, hunting, and family.
Side Note: After posting this blog I learned Dad passed two sticks to Wick's son, Matt. Matt gave them to his so, Colton, as family heirloom of sorts. In memory of Wick, they plan to return the sticks to the pond boat for their duck hunting adventure. Two sticks of friendship passed down to two sticks of father-son bonding. God is good.
Someone might think it is odd to have coffee mugs on a shelf in your bedroom but for me...they are a memory. A small way to remember the generosity of my sister and the love we shared.
The little teddy bear is from Heidi too, it held a birthday balloon one year. I was spoiled...I miss her. The little wicker circular container holds my first "Where's Heidi?" and "Missing: Heidi M. Allen" buttons from April 1994. The dust on the shelf is a reminder that I am human.
These are a couple of my tactile memories, what is one of yours.
have laying around your house, garage,
or yard that others might think
"Why do you keep that?"
BUT you know the love
and story behind it?
Will you share a memory with us?