I, like Whoopie love all my possesions……. I lost my house to a fire about 45 years ago and lost all my precious things. It’s strange but material things don’t have such a strong hold on me anymore. I would say my most precious possesions are my children and grandchilren except I truly believe the following quote by by Kahil Gibran……. “Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

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My favorite possession is what’s left of my mind.

A handmade greyish white pottery trinket box with a knob crowned lid that never sat easily upon the lumpy box which was made by little grubby hands and given to me at Christmas with a multi-carat diamond smile. Actually, it was a grin. A hand crocheted pink and white baby jacket, booties and cap made by my maternal grandmother and mother for my eldest sister who died at age 3 months and of whom her later siblings were not made aware of her existence until we were grown. Some pain, I learned then, cannot be shared even with the ones who love you best. My Mom kept the outfit in her cedar chest and my sister and I found it only after she passed on, almost three years ago. Our sister was our parents firstborn; she lived only a short time in 1936. Memories. Even some of the bad ones are treasured.