Sock Twins
December 14, 2010
I was rooting around in Gary’s sock basket, looking for single sock twins to pair up, when I reached in and pulled out a t-shirt. I read the words on the shirt, Karen and Erik’s Wedding… memento #1.
I stuffed the t-shirt back to the bottom, rooted around some more, and came up with a bikini top. Hot pink and printed in black with the word “Spike’s” on each cup. It was a test sample for the screen printer back when we had our bike shop. He needed to test Spike’s Bikes on something Lycra, and that’s what he found. I remember my mother-in-law on a visit, all out of character, strapping that bikini top on and prancing around… memento #2.
I crammed the bikini top back under the socks, dug down, and found a western shirt. Gary had tie-died the fabric and sewn the thing himself when he was a teenager. The fabric is now too delicate to be handled too much. I remember seeing that boy in that shirt and thinking I wanted to know him… memento #3.
I covered the shirt back up and smiled, thinking about the sweetness of saving such things “just because,” and realizing how rare it is that I would have my very own connections to someone else’s personal treasures.
A nice thing… the individual vantage points of shared memories.
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A nice thing... 
Sigh. I know I still have my Hell Week shirt from when I was 18. I will not be able to wear it again until I’m shrunken like King Tut’s mummy. But it will always have a place in my bottom drawer.
I smiled, too.
And people say that time travel is impossible. Pfffft.
Nice sentiments. All I ever find in my sock basket are single socks and lint.
Oh… and a dead mouse once. But I’m sure that was put there by the cat. Who is now also dead. So they kind of cancel each other out.
I am so happy we (through our wedding shirt) are still kept around as a memento! It is an honor to be a part of Gary’s sock basket!
I have lost most of my sentimental items over the years . . . but can well appreciate the connection to the past through the “little things” that mean so much.