The first international match at Wimbledon 1883
I carry stuff in my pockets. Over the years one item is practically a part of me. You ladies have objects dear to you that you have carried for ages. I remember a lipstick holder Sherry carried. A cute clothe covered holder. I repaired it several times for her. I remember when I replaced it.
Evelyn was in the hospital in Florida. I was introduced to something I had never seen. There was a ‘flea market in the lobby of that hospital. No, not a ‘dirty market’ but selling new knick-knacks. They even had a man buying gold (appropriate for folks who needed to pay the hospital bills I thought). But one item caught my eye and I replaced that lipstick holder. It was hard for her to give up the old worn one, but finally did. Now that one has become part of her stash.
My comb was always in my right back pocket with my handkerchief. I used it to comb my duck's tail as a teen or to keep my hair standing straight up in a flattop.
Then to keep my hair in place for inspections in the military.
It served many purposes. I could use it to remove dog hair from black pants. Winters it was handy to scrape frost from my car windshield. Along with spit, it helped take stubborn stains from my Sunday pants.
Well that heirloom is long gone now. On very rare occasions I still reach for that comb.
I was cool as a kid. I carried a dollar pocket watch. Somewhere along the line I switched to a Timex wrist watch. Sherry once bought me a gold watch. I still have it but the band is gone. I am back to the cheap watch. Our Sons tell me, I no longer need one. Use your phone!
Everyone tells me the same about my cameras, USE YOUR PHONE THAT IS WHAT THEY ARE MADE FOR! ……HUH UH! The cell phone was created by God for communications. I am sure Moses used one to herd the folk through the Red Sea (smile) .. It must be in the Bible somewhere.
The one thing not changed in my life is my pocket knife. It is no longer the Camp-King or Swiss Military knife. It No longer holds a cork screw, screw driver, hole punch, bottle opener and three blades. This one is an old man’s knife, smaller, having one very sharp blade.
NOW-A-DAYS there are places my pocket knife cannot go with me. BUT there was a time my knife went to school with me, thru the military and the building industry. It went to church movies and dates. Like my friend Gary out in Kentucky answered when Debbie asked him, “Have you got your pocket knife GAry?” His answer was simple, “Got my pants on don’t I?” 99% of the time that answer is correct!
I miss Debbie as a blogger and think of Gary often.
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