Another digression from the rule about books, this book is more of a compendium of objects than an actual book. Kept within the suitcase of objects, the Book of Treasures is a scrapbook of sorts, an organized way of capturing things from school years. My mom started this for me in kindergarten, and I picked... Continue Reading →
Item #15: Book of Things
While my “rules” for this list of objects proscribes books, I find I will have to make some exceptions, for this book and a few others, because they align with the spirit of the project: things with no value beyond my attachment, objects that require an explanation as to “why keep this”. So I hereby... Continue Reading →
Item #14: Suitcase
This is an object of objects, both symbolic and practical. Like a tickle trunk or Mary Poppins' travel bag, this old suitcase is a box of dreams and memories, represented by things old and older. Although apocryphal, my memory tells me that this suitcase once belonged to my great-grandmother - my mom's dad's mom, known... Continue Reading →
Item #13: Cow-er Pot
A childish object from my adulthood, this little item is reminiscent of my family’s tendency to wordplay, extensive and repetitious wordplay. At some point, a series began relating to cows. You know the ones: the udderly ridiculous, the moo-re the merrier, the gulli-bull (stolen from Bugs Bunny, that one). I don’t remember how it started,... Continue Reading →
Item #12: Carabiner and nut
A few years after first moving to Vancouver, I started some new hobbies: camping, hiking, and, rock climbing. The first two I still do, albeit only occasionally and not very well. Not unlike the third one, which I did more frequently (and only marginally better) but gave up after a few years, once appreciating my... Continue Reading →
Item #11: Ciao pencil case
I remember the day I bought this (not the date, but the day). It was August 1984, and I was back-to-school shopping - starting-university shopping to be precise. School was just a few weeks away, and I had very little concept of what was to come. Having come from a Catholic all-girls school, it was... Continue Reading →
Item #10 – Address List
At first I wasn't sure whether to include this as an object, but since it is a thing, valued as much for its substance as its content, I think it counts. Titled "Robyn's Residences", it was written in or around 1990, when I first moved from Winnipeg to Vancouver. I don't recall the exact circumstance,... Continue Reading →
Item #9 – Doc Martens
My precious Doc Martens were recently resurrected - rescued from certain banishment to the trash bin by the wizardry of a local cobbler. With new soles and laces, and a good polish, mama has some new old shoes. I include these in the object category as they are things of mine with meaning beyond their... Continue Reading →
Item #8 – Water Glass
When I was 3 and 4 years old, I attended what would now be called pre-school but back then was called nursery school. Happy Time Nursery School to be exact - on St. Mary's Road in Winnipeg, MB. The school was in a small house, with the upstairs decked out with a coat room, art... Continue Reading →
Item #7 – Our Daily Bread
I've never been quite sure what to call this item. I don't recall where it came from or how I came to have it. I don't remember getting it, just always having it. This is not a valuable ceramic by Doulton - just a made-in-Japan (literally) trinket. I remember as a kid being fascinated by... Continue Reading →
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