I have shared in the past few days some of the decorations in my office. The things I have gotten or been given over the past 30 years or so that still have value for me. When you think back about the things that are important to you, the things that make you smile, they change over time. But there are things, that mean the most. The things that you move with you when you move. The memories that you take with you.
I shared a picture of the bus my grandfather gave me. I lived in Cincinnati Ohio then, the bus has traveled from Cinci to Indy and now to Maryland. I have the firetruck that I bought myself, along with a swiss army knife. One in Paris, one in Ireland (the swiss army knife in Ireland). Can you remember when you could have a knife on an airplane? I carried that knife on every single flight from Ireland to Paris, Tehran, Bangkok and then home. That Fire Truck was in my bag that whole time as well.
Funny the memories that are sticky.
(Sticky, like posting day 107 of the challenge, twice)!
(that is why I started the family history project online, no matter what you have shared some of the sticky memories).
Anyone can take a picture so that anyone can join the photo challenge!
Images less than seven days old!
Post on Virily, remember what day you are on (I am on 109, but you would never know because I can’t count!).