I always nagged my father to show me things from his childhood, like when he played for New South Wales in Rugby League or his stash of Beatles records. Dad said he’d lost his items, including his NSW rugby guernsey at a party! There was scant record of anything from his youth that I could see, touch or smell. He had just one photo of himself as a child for godsake!
For my children, I would safegauard items important to me. ‘I would keep a memory folder’, I pledged. I used a cardboard folder with A4 plastic sleeves to add newspaper clippings, photos, a girlfriend’s love letter’; whatever insane item my heart was attached to. As time wore on I discarded mementos that didn’t seem so poignant. Overall, I think keeping a memory folder is one of the most productive things I have done. One of my proudest achievements.
Unfortunately, I have since misplaced my folder. I think misplacing this folder is one of the least productive things I’ve done.
Like father, like son.