{"id":895,"date":"2011-06-03T08:48:03","date_gmt":"2011-06-03T12:48:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lindsaykeegan.com\/blog1\/?p=895"},"modified":"2011-06-03T08:48:03","modified_gmt":"2011-06-03T12:48:03","slug":"little-treasures","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lindsaykeegan.com\/blog\/2011\/06\/03\/little-treasures\/","title":{"rendered":"Little Treasures"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Last weekend I was lucky enough to be able to stay in Miami for three full days. Why? My parents are cleaning out our Miami house, and I needed to pack up my stuff.<\/p>\n<p>You would think that, at 28, this would have already been done. But I live in a 1000 sq foot townhome with 3 closets and another person (Pete) that also has stuff, so my old stuff hasn&#8217;t made it to Orlando yet. My wedding dress is actually still in Miami because I have no where to put it and I missed the preservation deadline.<\/p>\n<p>When I told people I was going home to pack up my childhood room, they wondered what I would still have there to bring back. I&#8217;m not a hoarder or anything, but I am a memory keeper. When I got home on Tuesday with two plastic containers (one with things I had picked out to keep,\u00a0 and another one to go through), I also had two boxes of notes and Letters from 1996-1997. I think that&#8217;s 7th grade. Peter asked me, &#8220;You&#8217;ve kept these since 1996? So even your 7th grade self thought they were important?&#8221; I didn&#8217;t really have an answer. All I know is that I through away one box of notes and regretted it, so I won&#8217;t be doing that again. Maybe it&#8217;s the writer in me, keeping all that &#8220;research&#8221; in case I ever decided to write a book. Maybe I need to see where I&#8217;ve been to see where I&#8217;m going. I have no idea.<\/p>\n<p>My plastic bins contained &#8220;Little Treasures.&#8221; These are things I&#8217;ve had since I was a kid, like a Peter Pan tin that holds all of the foreign money my dad would give me when he&#8217;d receive it as payment at work. All of my poetry and creative writing from elementary school. My photography notebook. Fossils and shark&#8217;s teeth that I used to collect. My first pencil box (with the receipt!)&#8211;it cost $16.95 because it was pretty high tech at the time. A flag from my 15th birthday, when Jen, Cristin, and Carolina put it on the flag pole at a youth retreat to surprise me.<\/p>\n<p>All little bits of memories that make up a life.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/lindsaykeegan.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/5792834851_609a3412b7.jpg?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-905\" title=\"5792834851_609a3412b7\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/lindsaykeegan.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/5792834851_609a3412b7.jpg?resize=410%2C500&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"410\" height=\"500\" \/><\/a>Did you know that I lettered in tennis at <a href=\"http:\/\/mpsh.dadeschools.net\/\" target=\"_blank\">Palmetto<\/a>? Me either! I completely forgot. I remember playing on the team, but my only real memory of it is riding on a bus to Naples and getting hit on by some boy&#8217;s team tennis player from Sunset High. When we got to Naples, I had to sleep in a room with two girls I didn&#8217;t know and they boy&#8217;s team busted out pot to smoke before the match. That&#8217;s when I decided that high school tennis just wasn&#8217;t for me. Not sure that I played again after that!<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/lindsaykeegan.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/5790812704_9805606240.jpg?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"904\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lindsaykeegan.com\/blog\/2011\/07\/11\/the-blog-is-back-pinterest-obsession\/mess\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/lindsaykeegan.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/07\/mess.jpg?fit=160%2C240&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"160,240\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"mess\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/lindsaykeegan.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/07\/mess.jpg?fit=160%2C240&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-904\" title=\"5790812704_9805606240\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/lindsaykeegan.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/5790812704_9805606240.jpg?resize=500%2C382&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"500\" height=\"382\" \/><\/a>This is Dolly (creative name), my doll that I carried around when I was little. I have no idea where she came from or how I liked such an ugly doll, but I still love her. Please note the really old Keds shoebox&#8211;that&#8217;s filled with &#8220;nature items&#8221; like shark&#8217;s teeth, etc.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/lindsaykeegan.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/5790758016_36038ee9c5.jpg?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-903\" title=\"5790758016_36038ee9c5\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/lindsaykeegan.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/5790758016_36038ee9c5.jpg?resize=500%2C500&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"500\" height=\"500\" \/><\/a>I was into family history even when I was little. My Grandma Kathleen took me to see my Uncle Bill and Aunt Helen. Uncle Bill is notorious in our family because I asked him to &#8220;show his teeth&#8221; for a photo, so he took his teeth out and put them in my sister&#8217;s hand. We had never seen dentures before, and it freaked us both out. Anyway, Uncle Bill had all sorts of things to give me when I visited with Grandma Kathleen, including this broach made of someone&#8217;s hair. When I found this at the bottom of a shoebox, I almost threw up. I don&#8217;t like random hair, let alone hair that&#8217;s over 100 years old. I think I shoved it in a drawer to bring back next time, because I know I have to keep it, but have no idea what to do with it.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/lindsaykeegan.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/5790252281_37b856ee71.jpg?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-902\" title=\"5790252281_37b856ee71\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/lindsaykeegan.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/5790252281_37b856ee71.jpg?resize=500%2C382&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"500\" height=\"382\" \/><\/a>These are on the top of my bookshelf. The two china dolls are from my Aunt Jan and my Nanny (great grandma). Not sure about the basket that looks like a dog. I made that &#8220;colonial house&#8221; as part of a third grade project, and my Nanny gave me the church. I think it used to light up at one point. The roses are from a guy that I liked in 7th grade. I have no idea why I still have them. The dolls, church, and dog basket will probably come\u00a0 home with me next time.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/lindsaykeegan.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/5790249847_5fff40f225.jpg?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-901\" title=\"5790249847_5fff40f225\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/lindsaykeegan.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/5790249847_5fff40f225.jpg?resize=500%2C382&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"500\" height=\"382\" \/><\/a>Random shelf of stuff. I will probably take photos of the tennis trophies, keep that &#8220;no serve, no volley, no guts, no glory tennis ball, and the Gabriella Sabatini-signed tennis ball. I bought two of the &#8220;prayer bears&#8221; for Jennifer and I when we found out her mom had cancer, one to give to her to let her know I was thinking about her mom, and to remind myself to pray for her.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/lindsaykeegan.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/5790241113_51e77a76211.jpg?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-900\" title=\"5790241113_51e77a7621\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/lindsaykeegan.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/5790241113_51e77a76211.jpg?resize=500%2C500&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"500\" height=\"500\" \/><\/a>I think that Nanny gave me this little cat, and I always loved it. She broke once, but we were able to put her back together. Now that I think about it, she&#8217;s the same color as Tater was. I love her and she&#8217;ll come home with me next time. I&#8217;ve had the Mickey Mouse bank since I was a baby, and it will come home too. I think it still has money in it!<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/lindsaykeegan.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/5790215635_8a1424613c.jpg?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-897\" title=\"5790215635_8a1424613c\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/lindsaykeegan.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/5790215635_8a1424613c.jpg?resize=382%2C500&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"382\" height=\"500\" \/><\/a>McDonald&#8217;s lunchbox filled with notes, friendship bracelets, and postcards. This one is from my parents. I don&#8217;t remember where they went, but they always sent me postcards when they were on vacation. I loved getting them&#8211;getting mail was one of my favorite things when I was little.<\/p>\n<p>And last, but not least:<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/lindsaykeegan.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/5790198047_8902ea588d.jpg?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-896\" title=\"5790198047_8902ea588d\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/lindsaykeegan.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/5790198047_8902ea588d.jpg?resize=382%2C500&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"382\" height=\"500\" \/><\/a>The Mix Tapes. Oh, teenage angst. I used to\u00a0 LOVE making these. My mom&#8217;s van (yes, I started out as a van driver) only had a cassette player, and so I guess I spent a lot of time making these. They&#8217;re all labeled and the songs are all listed. I brought them back so that I can make playlists. We found a tape player that my mom still had, so Deryck and I listened to some of the songs. Oh 90&#8217;s music, how I miss you. I even found 3 of the first singles that I had ever bought, including &#8220;I Wish&#8221; by Skee-Lo. I still know most of the words :). Hear its awesomeness in the video (made by South Miami High students&#8211;the real one has been banned by UMG) below.<\/p>\n<div class=\"jetpack-video-wrapper\"><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"640\" height=\"360\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/Ol13VKOORLQ?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When I told people I was going home to pack up my childhood room, they wondered what I would still have there to bring back. I&#8217;m not a hoarder or anything, but I am a memory keeper. 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