The things we cling on to, eh? Fascinating – and, I am sure, psychologically telling. I would love to know the items my friends and followers have kept from their babyhood onwards. Photos would be great; little stories explaining the significance of the object/friend would be fabulous.
I will start the ball rolling. I have three getting-on-for-sixty-year-old toys/gifts still extant.
The first two were Christening presents, so date back to, I think, June 1958. The silver napkin ring I used every day when I was a child and adolescent – and, although it has not been taken out in decades, I keep it for the memories.
The cut-glass bowl, with its silver lid, is used to house some of my jewellery. For most of the sixties and seventies, it lived in a corner cupboard in my father’s study – but now I can see, and touch, it whenever I want.
Thirdly is my much-loved Tigger, the now-faded felt tiger I received on January 9th 1959, my first birthday. He and I have never been parted – and, although he is no longer bright and perky and colourful (neither am I without the help of science!), I still cuddle him on occasions and would never throw him away.
Now over to you! I would be delighted to host any guest pieces on treasured possessions from the past still lovingly guarded in the present.