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Jim's Cafe - Wednesday, October 9, 2024 "keepsakes"
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I still have my grandfather's shaving kit that he used all his life and that he taught me to use when I was 13: straight razor, strop...although we always just called it a strap, mug, brush everything and he showe me that for the proper close and smooth cut to prepare the towels for the face, how to cut and how NOT to cut which was just as important. Time consuming but always been told that is probably one of the reason my skin is in youthful condition for my age.
I don't have it anymore, but it meant something special to me for many years C:
Approximately when I was 5-6 years old, my mother was taking a "jewelry making" course, she bought a large box full of small pieces to make bracelets, necklaces, and earrings. Really very pretty, and she taught me how to make them
The first bracelet I made was made of red and black beads. As I remember, my mother said that it was a kind of symbolism that normally small children or babies use those colors to "protect" them from strong looks or bad vibes from adults :P
I kept it with me for many years, I never took it off, and from time to time I changed the thread I used, but the material remained the same. I had many more bracelets that I made, many colors in one, like a rainbow.
I loved them, they covered almost my entire arm, well, both arms
When I moved to another house for my mom's job, little by little each of the bracelets began to break, maybe the last part of the thread was too old, and I usually thought about saving the material and just using a new thread. .but...I never did ):
In the end all the bracelets broke, and the only one that was still good was the red and black one.
Until it finally broke too.
I miss wearing pretty bracelets that I made myself on my arms.
But in secondary school it is not allowed to wear any accessories.
And the pretty box with the materials to make bracelets that my mother had is old, rotten and broken
I remember saving the beads from the red/black bracelet. Now I have no idea where they are, maybe they fell out of my pocket
Approximately when I was 5-6 years old, my mother was taking a "jewelry making" course, she bought a large box full of small pieces to make bracelets, necklaces, and earrings. Really very pretty, and she taught me how to make them
The first bracelet I made was made of red and black beads. As I remember, my mother said that it was a kind of symbolism that normally small children or babies use those colors to "protect" them from strong looks or bad vibes from adults :P
I kept it with me for many years, I never took it off, and from time to time I changed the thread I used, but the material remained the same. I had many more bracelets that I made, many colors in one, like a rainbow.
I loved them, they covered almost my entire arm, well, both arms
When I moved to another house for my mom's job, little by little each of the bracelets began to break, maybe the last part of the thread was too old, and I usually thought about saving the material and just using a new thread. .but...I never did ):
In the end all the bracelets broke, and the only one that was still good was the red and black one.
Until it finally broke too.
I miss wearing pretty bracelets that I made myself on my arms.
But in secondary school it is not allowed to wear any accessories.
And the pretty box with the materials to make bracelets that my mother had is old, rotten and broken
I remember saving the beads from the red/black bracelet. Now I have no idea where they are, maybe they fell out of my pocket
Thank you, Lane, for the tag. The books that I keep are biographies on Real-life human oddities. That is the more polite word for those people who used to be called freaks. Why do I keep those books? Well, because of what I am, I always considered myself a freak and outcast. So it is moral support to me to see those bio's of so-called freaks who became successes despite being persecuted. Even when normal people hurt them, the oddities still tolerated. And tolerance is one of the most important abilities to enable one's survival. For me, it is.
Another keepsake for me are cribbage boards. Because I go to the Senior Center on a regular basis to play cribbage. Throughout the many years (decades!), those who knew of my passion for cribbage, gave me cribbage boards. All I need is just one board, but people kept giving me some more at Christmas time. So I keep them.
Another keepsake for me are cribbage boards. Because I go to the Senior Center on a regular basis to play cribbage. Throughout the many years (decades!), those who knew of my passion for cribbage, gave me cribbage boards. All I need is just one board, but people kept giving me some more at Christmas time. So I keep them.
Thank you @Angie for opening this cafe. 
@Lane thanks for mentioning me. I've been a little bit busy with a couple of little tasks so I haven't been in here as much.
I have a number of keepaakes.
Some are packed away in boxes in my daughter's garage at her house. I have a handful of them here.
One, a special kind because it's actually valuable, is a ring from my great grandmother. I wear it all the time so as to not lose it (I lose stuff a lot if I'm not extremely careful). Another one is a deck of cards I got in a national park many years ago. They're worn, but I used to play Cribbage with them when my brother & I took backpacks in the high country together. We had friendly but sometimes a little bit competitive games. RIP my sweet little big guy brother.
@Lane thanks for mentioning me. I've been a little bit busy with a couple of little tasks so I haven't been in here as much.
I have a number of keepaakes.
Some are packed away in boxes in my daughter's garage at her house. I have a handful of them here.
One, a special kind because it's actually valuable, is a ring from my great grandmother. I wear it all the time so as to not lose it (I lose stuff a lot if I'm not extremely careful). Another one is a deck of cards I got in a national park many years ago. They're worn, but I used to play Cribbage with them when my brother & I took backpacks in the high country together. We had friendly but sometimes a little bit competitive games. RIP my sweet little big guy brother.
Thanks for the café and tags @Angie @Lane
The keepsakes I have from childhood are a few photos and letters my older brother wrote me while he was in war, which is all I have left of him and some things given to me by childhood friends, a scrapbook of my teenage achievements, awards etc.
I have the hair from all 5 of my kids first hair cut. All of their clamps and one tooth(she was born with it) I've also managed to save the hospital paraphernalia for all 5. Keeping record of childhood takes phenomenal effort and I've done my best with their baby books. Have all the tags/tickets from our camping trips and other activities.
Tons of art projects, photos, pictures and cards from my children, while some of it gets tossed, it's hard to do so they can when I die.
Its loose in boxes and has morphed into something.
The keepsakes I have from childhood are a few photos and letters my older brother wrote me while he was in war, which is all I have left of him and some things given to me by childhood friends, a scrapbook of my teenage achievements, awards etc.
I have the hair from all 5 of my kids first hair cut. All of their clamps and one tooth(she was born with it) I've also managed to save the hospital paraphernalia for all 5. Keeping record of childhood takes phenomenal effort and I've done my best with their baby books. Have all the tags/tickets from our camping trips and other activities.
Tons of art projects, photos, pictures and cards from my children, while some of it gets tossed, it's hard to do so they can when I die.
Its loose in boxes and has morphed into something.