My high school class ring…don’t remember when I last saw it…probably 1985.
A 1983 Quilters’ Newsletter Magazine with the instructions for the daffodil quilt my sister and I are making for Mom. We have the fabric, the finished block, my sketches and yardage notes, the receipts for the fabric…just not the instructions. And since we bought the fabric and started this in 1984 and have exactly ONE block finished, I think she’s getting a pillow instead of a quilt. Someday.
My two copies of the David Wilcox CD “East Asheville Hardware” I keep buying it, it keeps disappearing.
I cry every night because I lost my Jimmy Ray cd. (Remember, about 1995- "Are you Johhny Ray? Are you {something} Ray? Are you Jimmy Ray? Who wants to know…) Its okay though. Now I have the Backstreet Boys (yuk)
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[li]My “Medieval Times” embroidered jacket (pre-logo change)[/li][li]My autographed photo of Mel Blanc surrounded by his voice-over characters[/li][li]My Stan Rodgers cassette collection[/li][li]My t-shirts from Pennsic War XVI through XIX[/li][li]My site medallions from the above[/li][li]My brick-red wool and black velvet Elizabethan garb (I looked soooooo good in that)[/li][li]My rosewood pen engraved with Dale Earnhardt’s ‘autograph’ (not a fan, but just to annoy someone that I had one and he doesn’t)[/li][li]My diaries from when I was 20 through 30. Thank goodness I changed the names.)[/li][/ul]
Is this the one sold by Avon that sang “Dream with Me” and had on jammies and a nightcap? Little Honey had one and I can’t find hers either. I’m blaiming it on “Snuggle Bear” being jealous and hiring thugs to kidnap all other bears.
I lose things all the time, and (unfortunately) I usually know exactly where they are, or were when I last had them. Some sadder losses:
Teddy bear. The one I had from birth to college, with jingle bells in the ears and an orange sweater my mother hand-crocheted. (She died when I was five and I have very little that she made.) I let my dad’s second (now ex-) wife have it “temporarily” about 15 years ago. She’s looney tunes; I’m afraid it’s just not worth dealing with her to get the bear back. Fortunately, on my grandmother’s death last year I picked up a couple of other items my Mom made, so the loss is a bit compensated.
Recordings of my Mom & Grandmother. In about 1968 my dad’s father gave a pair of cassette recorders he won to my Mom, who used them to exchange auditory letters with her mother. Her mother died in '70 and she followed in '74. No one knows if these cassettes still exist. I would give several body parts to have them, since I don’t know what their voices sounded like.