I really have no anything worth too much money, and maybe the most important possession is my PC. But if I was asked what is my favorite possession, they are my dairies and CDs that recorded my growth. I have written dairy for 15 years since my 9 years old. I usually read my teenage dairies, which were full of my mood of sadness, happiness, loneliness of my growth. I could recall my first love, the day I said love to him, the night he kissed me and the doom day he left me. I always remebered I celebrated for my entrance to my dream university, I held the first party for my friend’s birthday, I lost my favorite cat. The dairy brought me travelling through the space and time, and it reminds me my time, my experience, my emotion. When I was very old and I read these dairies and saw the vedio and photos, I would experience the ages again.

I thought about my favorite possession all day yesterday, didn’t have a chance to answer. By the end of the day I had decided that I love many of my possessions, not for the item itself but for the memory of how I acquired it, the fun I had at an antique auction the joy of opening a gift that I received or combing a junk/antique shop for a treasure. The memories attached to my possessions are what make the item special for me.

I have to agree with Joan Ganz Cooney. I love my bedroom. My Boze radio, my bookshelf full of books, and all my wonderful candles are part of it. It’s not fancy…but it takes my breath away!

I posted a long ways back. but then I thought about it! I collect coffee mugs from Harley Shops when we travel on our motorcycles. Every one of them means something to me. Not to mention I adore coffee. so after my mugs are probably my coffee pot.

my breath. today. the opportunity to choose gratitude, lessons, blessings, forgiveness, and love. the opportunity to receive the above. being remembered by someone i never thought would. trust in a bigger picture. my sense of humor. 2 pairs of my grandmother’s shoes that I played dress up in. every kind word ever spoken to me.

When my mom was on a ventilator at the end, I went to her house and my niece went into her room and came back out with something in her arms. She said the grandma knew that I had wanted this, and was told if the time ever came to make sure that I got it first. In her hands was my grandmother’s bible that she had carried all her life. Even though she had been a lifelong Nazarene, the bible was a 100 year old Gnostic bible, with her life between the pages since before she ever got married. In the pages were letters wrote to a dauagter that had died as a baby and through the years on different birthday’s of the baby, my grandma had wrote her letters to heaven as she called them. So for a tangible posession that could be it, for intangible, all the people and blessings in my life.

My tractor…I cut fields when I need to think. It is part of the balance of the physical and cerebral in my life - writing my reviews and then thinking everything out on my red tractor.

The memoir, LEGWORK, I co-wrote with my beloved twin sister, Ellen, and the photos of her lovely face shining with a fine intelligence, grace and goodness. Otherwise, I can’t cry over things (possessions) that can’t cry back.

I have two…my dog, because she keeps me grounded and happy…and my computer, because it keeps me social, and current.

The wedding band my father gave to my mother.

I love all of the answers posted here. So good to read. Thought I’d add: My favorite possession is the one I yearn for but do not yet own (and probably never will). I’ve learned that for me wanting is often better than having. More intense? More pleasurable? Something like that maybe. Just a thought …

Like another sister, my first thought was my Bible. Then I realized that The Word lives inside me and is not a physical possession. Although I love my personal Bible, is is no more special that any other Bible book. My favorite possession is my turquoise jewelry. The beauty of this stone is more precious to me than my few diamond pieces. Turquoise has been worn over many centuries in ancient cultures and is still very popular today. My favorite piece is my turquoise cross that I wear proudly.

After watching Sandra Day O’Connor on “Good Morning America”; so poignantly describe her husband’s descent into the horror of Alzheimer’s, I must say: memories.