I don’t have many mementos of 1975 my first year of teaching.
A lot of memories, a few photos of classes and kids I can’t remember the names of.
It was the year I was married though that was not such a good thing to remember.
But I do have a leather wallet made for me by a student. I do remember my surprise and feeling very flattered when I received it.
The student in question was a farm girl and invited me and others out to her property to see the workings. It was a sheep and wheat farm and we got to see sheep being worked and she taught me to ride a horse and to this day I remember the rash I acquired on the insides of my thighs from sitting in the saddle.
The wallet I still have and I often wonder what became of the girl who way back then thought enough of me to invite me, a city boy, out onto her farm.
There’s always a story behind a memento you hang onto to.
Written for: https://lindaghill.com/2019/01/07/jusjojan-2019-daily-prompt-jan-7th/
So right. There is always a story behind a memento.
Indeed there is.