Things you wish you still had

carsonshepherd

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3 years of Bon Appetit magazine, recycled to reduce clutter.
A 15-year-old ficus tree that I finally got rid of because most of the leaves had fallen off.
A book of poetry that I gave a guy I liked, and have never been able to find again.
A green fat-wheeled Schwinn bike my dad got at a yard sale.

What have lost, given away or thrown away that you now regret?
 
My dad's class ring from Auburn...sadly stolen from me. :(
 
My varstity jacket, bought for me by my father- stolen from the cafeteria. (even though my name was on it) and the football pin of my first boyfriend which I used to wear on that jacket, but which fell off at some point and was lost to me forever.

Beyond that, I have many more things that I need to get rid of than that I regret parting with.

Oh yeah, this piano I inherited from my grandma, but which my mom sold:( since i was a minor and she said we had no room for it.
 
A walking stick that was made for me, and left with a friend for safekeeping whilst I was working out of the country. They claimed they remembered nothing about it.

A stuffed toy horse that my grandmother made for me. It was made out of slub silk, though I didn't know that-- but I loved the texture. I repaired it over and over. Even after it had fallen completely apart, I kept it, planning to make a pattern from it and reproduce it. My father decided to toss it.

A dog collar that I wore from about '74 to about '79. What on earth made me throw that away???
 
My first wedding ring....had lots of sentimental value...

Nothing else except my waist I had when I was in high school!
 
My model rockets
My old brown leather jacket
My Toyota MR2
My photography portfolio
The autographed picture from India Allen (Playmate of the Year 1988 ) that read "To Salvor, who has the nicest ass I've never seen"
 
my oldest two children living with me...
my best friend...
all the baby-stuff I sold or gave away over the years... :eek:
 
My friends
My waist line from my early 20s (yes, guys wish that kind of thing too)
My quick wit
My hope of a better day
 
My jewellery. Very little of it was worth money, but there was stuff there left to me by my grandmother. It was stolen in a break in by the junkies up the road. Most of it probably ended up in a landfill when they couldn't sell it.

My hope, seem to have misplaced that too.
 
The Brazilian contract Model 1917 Smith & Wesson .45 revolver I traded away a few years ago.
 
Plucey. My little lavender scented wardrobe freshner which ended up attatched to my teddy bear because it helped me sleep. It had a little mouse holding a mushroom on it. Thinking about it now still makes me mist up because I don't know what happened to it other than my ex had something to do with it.

He would have got rid of Cuddles, my bear that's older than me that I CANNOT go to sleep without, if he thought he could get away with it, the bastard. Luckily, the fiance thinks its cute (and hugs it when he thinks I'm not looking). He did, however, break the internal "bones", the wire frame that gave her arms and legs support so she could sit up, in her legs. Fucking cunt. (the ex, not Mark)
 
My jewellery. Very little of it was worth money, but there was stuff there left to me by my grandmother. It was stolen in a break in by the junkies up the road. Most of it probably ended up in a landfill when they couldn't sell it.

My hope, seem to have misplaced that too.

My grandmother had a golden coffeebean necklace. She died, and my aunt took it (bloody probate) before I or my mother had a chance to point out she had said - in writing but not in a will because she never wrote one - that it was to go to my mother, along with some other jewellery. This all got "stolen". She sold it for alcohol.
 
There are several things I wish I could retrieve from the mists of time.

One is an old Luger. It was carried by my grandfather who passed it on to my father. It was stolen during a break in when I was six years old.

A box of jewelry stolen from my mother during a break in when we lived in Germany. Most of the jewelry in it was given to her by her mother.

An album of old photographs of my parents families. It was one of the any things stolen from my parents place by my niece.

A Winchester .30-.30 also stolen by my niece and sold. It has never been recovered. (My father carried this when he worked on a ranch in New Mexico when he was all of 18 years old.)

A picture of Tony, (Antionette) and myself taken as we sat in front of our tent. we were 17 at the time and she was my first real love. That picture vanished during one of my many moves since then.

A picture taken of me sitting on horseback by my father as we got ready to go on a camping trip.

A recipe for Nanking or Crackling Dumplings I once had but has since vanished.

The scrapbook my wife made when she was in the hospital as a teenager. It too somehow managed to vanish over the years.

The picture of my wife and her grandmother, taken just before her grandmothers death. Her brother took it and then lost it.

Cat
 
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