@torunn saidAfter losing my youngest brother last year I tried to harvest many childhood memories of us growing up together. Then I found myself becoming nostalgic about my sons as children, remembering them both living at home and how their bedrooms looked. It was all part of my grieving process. I’m relieved it has all now passed.
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According to Cambridge dictionary: "...a feeling of pleasure and also slight sadness when you think about things that happened in the past." Exactly what it is to me. It helps me sort my memories.
@david-burton saidYou take care of your skeletons, I take care of mine.
there you go digging up the past,opening old wounds, just let sleeping dogs lie,for goodness sake.leave my skeletons in the closet.
Last night I stumbled on a metal box that my sister gave me after my dad passed away in 2018. I had forgotten about it. I sat down with a wee dram of Glenlivet and went through it’s contents. There was a lot of his WW11 paperwork (discharge papers, a letter from his commanding officer saying he was authorized to marry my mum) and pics, letters, birth certificates, some of his war medals and some miscellaneous stuff but the oddest thing, I must have missed it when looking through it when she gave it to me, was a chestnut. I have no idea what the significance of that was and I suppose I never will.🤔
@great-big-stees saidI also saved a chestnut for a number of years, I don't know why. But as I am not a person who usually saves things - rather the opposite - at some time I believe some guy and I have held it in our hands and perhaps made a promise, and then forgotten all about it.
Last night I stumbled on a metal box that my sister gave me after my dad passed away in 2018. I had forgotten about it. I sat down with a wee dram of Glenlivet and went through it’s contents. There was a lot of his WW11 paperwork (discharge papers, a letter from his commanding officer saying he was authorized to marry my mum) and pics, letters, birth certificates, som ...[text shortened]... to me, was a chestnut. I have no idea what the significance of that was and I suppose I never will.🤔
@great-big-stees saidHopefully a memento that gave him great happiness.
Last night I stumbled on a metal box that my sister gave me after my dad passed away in 2018. I had forgotten about it. I sat down with a wee dram of Glenlivet and went through it’s contents. There was a lot of his WW11 paperwork (discharge papers, a letter from his commanding officer saying he was authorized to marry my mum) and pics, letters, birth certificates, som ...[text shortened]... to me, was a chestnut. I have no idea what the significance of that was and I suppose I never will.🤔
@ghost-of-a-duke saidI have my brothers watch,I keep it in my bedside draw,I have had it overhauled at the jewelers,its waterproof to god knows how many meters,I have never worn it,I really miss him.
Hopefully a memento that gave him great happiness.
O dear Nostalgia, can words ever explain you? You bittersweet thing. You make me laugh, you make me cry, you make me wish for the past, and make me cautious for the future. Nostalgia, you come around to comfort me, but you also torment me. Nostalgia, you are something out of the past, but you come alive only in the future.
Nostalgia is obviously dependent on memories. It relates to the past, but is tied to the present, and makes us look to the future, where more memories await us, if we live past the passing moment of now.
In my opinion, going by my memory of the moment, a realistic and appropriate representation of some of the aspects of nostalgia, in general, is related by two songs. One is from the play Cats, Memories, and the other is from the movie, The Way We Were, the Title song.
@david-burton saidIt's good to have something tangible.
I have my brothers watch,I keep it in my bedside draw,I have had it overhauled at the jewelers,its waterproof to god knows how many meters,I have never worn it,I really miss him.
@torunn said"Oh, that old chestnut." 😀
I also saved a chestnut for a number of years, I don't know why. But as I am not a person who usually saves things - rather the opposite - at some time I believe some guy and I have held it in our hands and perhaps made a promise, and then forgotten all about it.
@pettytalk saidI always cry at "Memories".
O dear Nostalgia, can words ever explain you? You bittersweet thing. You make me laugh, you make me cry, you make me wish for the past, and make me cautious for the future. Nostalgia, you come around to comfort me, but you also torment me. Nostalgia, you are something out of the past, but you come alive only in the future.
Nostalgia is obviously dependent on memories. ...[text shortened]... e is from the play Cats, Memories, and the other is from the movie, The Way We Were, the Title song.