You have a lot of stuff. I have a lot of stuff. Most of my things will probably grace a garage sale one day and then suffer the final ride to the dump. But then there are a few gems, with a story or two attached.
Frank told me about the radio he had found up in his parents’ attic when his dad passed away. His brother and sister didn’t want it, so he gladly carted it home. He spent the next couple of years carefully restoring the radio to its original state. He told me about some of times when the family gathered around the radio to listen to the Jack Benny Program, or a radio episode of Gunsmoke. You know, the shows we can only find now on Sirius XM. He told me about events in his family’s life that centered on that family gathering and the time spent together by the radio. We spent more time than we should have, but I was fascinated. That old radio, that admittedly was a pretty neat old object all by itself, took on the lives of Frank’s family and held a key to volumes of family stories. Frank told me that he planned to leave the radio to his daughter when he died. I told Frank that I’m sure the gift of the radio would be appreciated, but would mean so much more if he would take the time to tell the story behind the radio. It was really the stories tangled up in those old fashioned tubes and dials that would mean the most to his daughter.
Take the time to tell the story behind that gift of a watch, a ring, a radio, a whatever. Write it down and tape it to the back of the item if you have to, but get it down.