It is really rather simple, all I have to do is gaze upon one, and the vivid emotion filled imagery comes flooding into my mind’s eye. One does not even need to physically hold one of these objet, although I sometimes do.
Some of these rare treasures I have found, some have found me and some have been passed down though my family as heirlooms.
They are precious time travel devices, to not only my past, but links to my elders and their life stories.
There are people who call these treasures, and those of use who curate them, by disrespectful names. (Tchotchke, bauble, Knick-knack, trinket, dust collector, and worst of all clutter or junk)
These stoics simply do not understand the power these beautiful time capsules possess for those of us who know how to connect with them.
With each one of these accouterments, I am taken back…
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