What Could We Never Part With.
Posted by: u5227470736789439 on 10 July 2006
Dear Friends,
Rambling round the Music Room a minute ago, I saw reference made to things we would never part with, and it struck me that that there are indeed things I never will part with, with the possible exception of giving them to a home where they would be as much cherished as by me.
To kick this off, I will say that my Library of Recordings could never go - at least as whole. There is always a case for removing a few every now and then, and I am ruthless in this respect, but the whole is then left refined!
Secondly there are two parts of my gramophone which could never go, because one was the gift of my late Norwegian grandmother, who instructed me to get something I otherwise never would - CDS2 - and told me to accept it from her 'warm hand!' she died three weeks later. Well it can never be allowed to fall out of service can it?! And I sold my beautiful five string bass when my playing had finished, and that financed my 52. That is a memorial to two thing: My playing and how hard I worked for about four years to actually pay for the instrument in the first place.
Apart from a trunk full of every letter and card, I receievd in my life, and a suitcase containing every photo I have taken or been given cover now forty five years, there is nothing I have any attachement to at all. The lot can go tomorrow, and when I say the lot, £200 at a car-boot sale would replace it, apart from the non-sentimentally connected gramophone pieces. I no longer even own a wriste watch or a television for example.
All the best from Fredrik.
PS: Frieghting the lot for my emigration will not take much doing!
Rambling round the Music Room a minute ago, I saw reference made to things we would never part with, and it struck me that that there are indeed things I never will part with, with the possible exception of giving them to a home where they would be as much cherished as by me.
To kick this off, I will say that my Library of Recordings could never go - at least as whole. There is always a case for removing a few every now and then, and I am ruthless in this respect, but the whole is then left refined!
Secondly there are two parts of my gramophone which could never go, because one was the gift of my late Norwegian grandmother, who instructed me to get something I otherwise never would - CDS2 - and told me to accept it from her 'warm hand!' she died three weeks later. Well it can never be allowed to fall out of service can it?! And I sold my beautiful five string bass when my playing had finished, and that financed my 52. That is a memorial to two thing: My playing and how hard I worked for about four years to actually pay for the instrument in the first place.
Apart from a trunk full of every letter and card, I receievd in my life, and a suitcase containing every photo I have taken or been given cover now forty five years, there is nothing I have any attachement to at all. The lot can go tomorrow, and when I say the lot, £200 at a car-boot sale would replace it, apart from the non-sentimentally connected gramophone pieces. I no longer even own a wriste watch or a television for example.
All the best from Fredrik.
PS: Frieghting the lot for my emigration will not take much doing!
Without doubt I couldn't bear to lose the wonderful lady with whom I share my life, but this thread also nods to material things, of which there are but two which I could not bear to be parted with.
One is a photo album.
During the first 8 years of my life my father was specialising in F1 photography for his living, so many weekends in the summer were devoid of his presence.
To compensate he would go through his work every week, and select a few of his favourite shots.
He'd then hand print them, and at the following race meet he'd track down the relevant drivers and get the shots autographed, specifically dedicated to myself.
This runs to well over 100 photos, many of the legends within are long passed.
This is the most treausured gift I have ever received.
The most treasured possession that I have worked, earnt, and paid for is my classic Mini Cooper.
I yearned to own one of these from the age of 4, having seen the Italian Job, and vowed that some day I would.
Built my way up through various non-coopers, until finally owning the genuine article.
I've spent many happy hours both driving and working on it, and the odd one or two swearing violently at it too
It owes me a few square feet of replacement knuckle-skin, and more than thrice it's real-world value, but as long as I am able to drive then I shall not part with it.
A sentiment oft echoed by the lady of the house, I'm pleased to say.
One is a photo album.
During the first 8 years of my life my father was specialising in F1 photography for his living, so many weekends in the summer were devoid of his presence.
To compensate he would go through his work every week, and select a few of his favourite shots.
He'd then hand print them, and at the following race meet he'd track down the relevant drivers and get the shots autographed, specifically dedicated to myself.
This runs to well over 100 photos, many of the legends within are long passed.
This is the most treausured gift I have ever received.
The most treasured possession that I have worked, earnt, and paid for is my classic Mini Cooper.
I yearned to own one of these from the age of 4, having seen the Italian Job, and vowed that some day I would.
Built my way up through various non-coopers, until finally owning the genuine article.
I've spent many happy hours both driving and working on it, and the odd one or two swearing violently at it too
It owes me a few square feet of replacement knuckle-skin, and more than thrice it's real-world value, but as long as I am able to drive then I shall not part with it.
A sentiment oft echoed by the lady of the house, I'm pleased to say.
quote:Originally posted by Fredrik_Fiske:
I no longer even own a wriste watch ...
Ah, that explains all your 01:00 am postings on here
quote:Originally posted by Milo Tweenie:quote:Originally posted by Fredrik_Fiske:
I no longer even own a wrist watch ...
Ah, that explains all your 01:00 am postings on here
Dear Milo,
Not really! If I won the lottery I would revert to my natural tendency to go to bed at tenish, and rise at six in the morning. If I am not careful that can happen in any case, even with a shift start at 2 pm. Not good if it happens twice in a week.
I would quite like one of those old Hunter watches that chime the quarters, actually, but keeping one running nowadays would be a problem...
Fredrik
quote:Originally posted by Fredrik_Fiske:quote:Originally posted by Milo Tweenie:quote:Originally posted by Fredrik_Fiske:
I no longer even own a wrist watch ...
Ah, that explains all your 01:00 am postings on here
Dear Milo,
Not really! If I won the lottery I would revert to my natural tendency to go to bed at tenish, and rise at six in the morning. If I am not careful that can happen in any case, even with a shift start at 2 pm. Not good if it happens twice in a week.
I would quite like one of those old Hunter watches that chime the quarters, actually, but keeping one running nowadays would be a problem...
Fredrik
Dear Fredrik
If I'd realised your nocturnal postings were forced by circumstances rather than by choice, I wouldn't have poked fun.
All the best, Chris