I think you will be finding many memories here, as I ponder the idea of 'memory'.
Oh, and the time for hanging things on the line has come!
I'm combining the two because the sky is just so wondrously blue today.
If three is considered a collection, then I collect children's hankies. The two on the left I used when I was a little girl. The one on the right is a more recent acquisition.
I found the hankies in my cedar chest this morning. I was looking for something else, and there they were. It was like they were hidden away waiting to scream 'SURPRISE!'
They didn't. But the tiger hanky does bring up a deep and very vivid memory for me.
When I was little, like all the little girls I knew, Sunday meant church and Sunday School. Every Sunday, my mom would give me a nickel to put into the offering plate.
Fearing that I might lose my nickel, mom would put it into the corner of the hanky and tie it in a knot.
I cannot begin to tell you the fear and dread that this knotted nickel put into my heart.
Oh, the panic as the wicker basket made it's way down the rows of neatly dressed children.
Would I be able to get my nickel out of that tight little knot?
Isn't it odd that I cannot remember either way? Was there ever a time when I actually DIDN'T get the nickel out? Did I ever feel a burst of inner joy when the knot came free? That part I don't remember.
But, I DO remember picking, pulling even biting the knot trying to free the nickel.
Good grief. Maybe I should just forget about the memory and try to figure out why I cannot get myself out of the tight little knotted hanky of my life.
Nah.
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That is so funny, I too remember the nickle knot! Boy, that was really digging deep in the old memory bank for that one!
I have a hanky that was my dad's as a little boy. My dad was born in 1919 so it's pretty old! It has what looks like one of the Campbells soups kids on it..I cherish it.
I love the hankies. I never had the nickel knot but I have other memories of anxiety as a kid. The anxiety is always easier to remember than the outcome. May it's because I'm such a pessimist.
Wow, Judy, I had totally forgotten about taking our offering to SS in little tied up hankies!! You do have a fabulous memory!!
Not much of anything remained of my childhood acquisitions because when we left California when I was 14, my parents gave me 2 boxes to put in whatever toys or books, etc that would fit...all the rest had to be given away. So I think some of my memories, like this, simply was given away. Objects do help us remember things.
I think maybe our Moms were related somehow. I rarely ate hot lunch at school but every now and then, as a treat, I was allowed to do so. We ate lunch at home most days. But on the days I'd take my quarter to school to buy a lunch ticket, it was wrapped like gold in a hankie, too, lol! I don't have any children's hankies left, but I do have a small embroidered runner my mom made for me when I was just a wee tot to go on top of the little chest of drawers my grandfather made for me. I now have it on top of a small bookcase, where it's been for many years, and it's quite faded but more precious to me now than ever.
I want the Poky Little Puppy Hanky!!
It's nice to know that this wasn't just some weird idea of my mom's!
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