well , actually my friend lar,over at his blog http://brass-orchids.blogspot.com/ was speaking of history . reading the post reminded me of losing some of my own "stuff "...specifically a box of my collections .a full 2 years worh of t.v.guide , the shoebox stuffed fat with the baseball and football cards that cousin pat gave me , my comic book collection , all the things i had carefully preserved over the years ...
we were packing , as we had every few years .dad was retiring from the army , and we were leaving germany to go "home". and as we boxed and taped and marked our things , i took particular care with my box of stuff . everything went into a standard size packing box.after i decided i was done , i triple taped the box , marked the boxes "property of me" ,and other juvenile admonitions , and watched the movers come and cart everything away . little did i know...
as a military dependant , i was used to packing and leaving , often in the space of a few days. germany was no exception . it was a whirlwind of activity ,and then poof we were at the airport in frankfurt headed back to the states .to show how fast things could move , a kid from school, who i had just said goodbye to called my name as i was walking through the hallway at the airport hotel. his dad had gotten orders and they were out of there virtually overnight .so we spent the next couple of hours hangin' out , promising to keep in touch , etc ...nice sentiment, bad execution .
anyway,we get back to the states,get stuck in brooklyn or the bronx for a several days at some little army post , awaiting dads dicharge papers so we could leave for mi. we got the word our things had arrived , and were going to be shipped to the destination of our choice , clare mi...yahoo !!!
we got there ahead of our things ,which i though was strange since it took longer to ship it to mi. than it did to cross the atlantic . it finally arrived .i watched as the movers unloaded the truck into gramma garage ,trying to stay out of their way. i looked and looked for "my" box , certain i would be able to snag it and bring it in . box after box they unloaded ,and i didn't see it . must of missed it ..so when they were done i finally got permission to go out and locate my stuff . i looked at every box that was there . up and down and moving things around ,i searched . and son of a bitch , my box wasn't there . i was near tears...how come out of a whole household full of things,my box was the only thing gone?. we called the moving and storage co., may be they had it. nope they said, nothing laying around here.i was lost..we had always joked about things winding up in some huge govt. warehouse , along with everybody else's lost items . i eventually accepted the idea ,and moved on...
fast foreward many years,and i'm sitting in a movie theater here in san diego. watching the movie "raiders of the lost ark".and there at the end of the movie ,there is a shot of stacked boxes and crates and stuff .in a huge , massive ,cavernous warehouse . the camera is pulling back,tracking a certain crate, deeper onto the abyss it goes . and then it hit me...this is what we had joked about for years...this is where my box went . fuckers....
1983 - Wrong Number
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Sometimes the "little" things mean so much. Even my 45's & Albums from my youth were GIVEN to a neighbor mere weeks before my release from the service. They were given as a going-away gift as the neighbor was moving. I can still feel my long-lost arowheads in the palm of my hand. Just haven't seen 'em since I was 18.
Bye-bye stuff.
Thanks for reading.
given away?weeks before your return?man,i'm glad i didn't have it that bad.my mom kept stuff of mine for years here at her house (bitching all the time,of course)but the stuff was always here,until i would take it with me,only to get lost,or until it would decide to live someplace else.i'll explain that last line at some future time...
Oh man, what a shame, I mean I can just feel what you felt, being your age etc. Well i'm sitting up here takin a break in the great white north and you can be sure i'm going to double check my luggage before i leave this hotel tomorrow. Hey, you know the worst is when some self centered shithead thinks they have a right to give YOUR stuff away to someone else. Unbelievable!
Mr. T says: this may sound like an old fashioned phrase, and maybe you will wishsomeone would steal that after you read it, but: "dude, i feel your pain." Some of those comic books youbgave to Dan and I around 66 or 67. so it wasn't like you were haording them from the world etc. as a matter of fact I wish we would have saved all of those (mostly Superman) so we could send them to you now. we hung on to them for years and finally mom siad they have got to go along with someother stuff. Heck, it's hard to get the kids to part with their toddler and kiddie toys we spoiled them with. "I'll give up my stuffed monkey or hotwheels when they pry my cold dead hands from them!" Gee, hope it never comes to that! for any reason. Having something tangible, touchable to remember your past with is so imnprotant, especially when you get old. I still have those 78' rpms, 45 rpm, and LP's, photos. Especially reel to reel tapes, some with family voices on them, and esp. home movies. Any one says to get rid of 'em, dies instantly. I'm going out to buy a safe right now! I think I'll just live in the safe..order pizza. now where's that projector? Is the bulb any good?
Excoose the Missteaks on that last comment. Mr. Tee.
Mr. T again:
I was given a wallet with a clown picture on it (no, Dan, not MY face)who would juggle balls back and forth as you moved it to and fro. Inside it had these plastic change holdings things. Uncle Lyle and Aunt Vi had sent them to me for my 8th birthday. I wish to God I had that now, to show my kids.But it got thrown out eventually. I had that damn thing until the 1980's, as a collectible. I belive I kept it in a box but for some reason I do not recall it got thrown out. Do you realize how many miles that wallet travled on many vacations from 1964-1969? The same wallet as the one Steve picked from my back pocket in '67 while we were swinging on a rope in Mickle Senior's old barn on the hay and stuff. (The parents were inside visiting Vane's mother I think. It was about a year after Vern Mickle died). Steve pretended it was lost when I later said "Hey, where's my wallet?" We all looked around frantically, but everyone but me knew that it really wasn't lost. Finally steve admitted he had it. Funny prank Steve. Now it really is lost.....forever. Except for the memory. Boo-hoo. I wonder how much money I had in it?
hahah oh yeah,i remember that wallet thing...but it happened at my granpas barn.we were climbing the stacks of hay and swinging on the ropes.even though the mickle place was just down the road and around the corner,i only recall being there 4 or 5 times,not once in the barn.but at any rate,you were upset,it kinda ruined your whole day.you were ok by dinner though...
Hahaha, I remember that! Swinging from that big rope from the hay over to the tracker, fun fun! I remember as Tom went swinging - (yeah baby! oh behaVE!) Steve got it, haha. But Tom if you were carrying that (and I remember that wallet too) with you till 69 hmm you were what - 13? hahaha.....Come to think of it Steve, that's the same day i couldn't find my wallet, no money in it, just condoms.
Incidently gang, a little Clare Ideal Movie Theater update, the Will Smith movie is out, now playing is Hellboy 2.
You know i forgot to mention, Tammy & I did drive from the Dover schoolhouse passed your Grampa's house when we were their a few weeks ago, and then saw where the Allen girls grew up with the pond over their etc. The old Stone house looks just like the pics of it.(Granpa Hoover's I mean)First time i'd been over there in many many years....
hellboy 2 at the ideal?sign me up!.but as i believe was discussed elsewhere,i've never even been to that theater.between the last half of '67,and the first half of '69 when we lived there,and i still never went...
and by the by mr. t,at least you got your wallet back...after i had had enuf fun.actually i couldn't take it anymore,you were so upset i just didn't have the heart to hold out any longer...
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