From The Storyteller
Hello All: This story grew out of all the challenges on Facebook calling us to post meaningful things from the past. Enjoy. Doug
“I just struck gold!”, Me to Elaine at 6:30 in the morning. “What?”, Elaine responding to me with a confused look. “I have just found the box that has all of my summer T-shirts.” Our move from Lubbock to Lawrence happened in March, so stored summer clothes simply stayed boxed, and then moved with a thousand other brown boxes.
I wasn’t actually holding my breath, but I was excited as I cut the tape, freeing the box lid. There, folded neatly on top, was my “Catch and Release” T-shirt. It was like greeting an old friend, which caused me to think about why opening a box of well-worn clothing was enough to make me feel good and smile.
That’s when I remembered the day and place where I bought that shirt. The place was Cimarron, NM, and it was the day Elaine and I met, and shared a beer with, the New Zealand, Fast Draw gun team touring the US. Great folks and lots of smiles.
This led me to recognize the “stuff” that surrounds us each day, all have their own unique story. Which caused me to start looking at the things in the room. Yes, the stapler, three painted rocks and the six brightly colored wooden fish hanging off the lamp are all a part of my life, and each arrived with a different story to tell.
This led me to the conclusion that “stuff” stories just point us to the people connected to it. Which caused me to smile and reflect on all the wonderfully unique people, who are the spices that make my life so enjoyable. “Stuff” stories don’t need to be told to others for them to be enjoyed. Sometimes just remembering is enough.
Moral: Allowing an occasional stroll down memory lane is a good thing.