Jarring My Memory

A special memory to me is when you read The Magician and His Nephew out loud to us at the cottage.

Remember playing airplane? I wonder what would happen now if you tried to hold me up on your legs.

Remember the time when we hid Mom’s “Meeting Clothes” around the house and left hints for her to follow? She was so mad but I had such a good time with you.

I’ll never forget the way you held my hand last year when I found out that I had a growth on my cervix.

The selfless way you used to pick me up late at night and from Windsor probably wasn’t appreciated then — but it is now.

I still remember the absolute terror I felt after watching my first horror movie. I will also never forget how safe I felt when you slept with me all night.

Remember swimming in the Crow River when it was so cold we were probably at risk for hypothermia. That was so hard to get into and you just dived right in.

Remember playing for hours in the water at Long Lake. That was  a special place and time.

Remember when you locked your keys in the car while it was running when we were at church? That whole pew must have been shaking with us laughing. Who knew that a few years later I would do the same thing (although not at church).

All of those snippets came from what I’ll claim to be my best Christmas gift ever. A Memory Jar from Thesha in 2000.

Memory Jar
The poor child was dirt poor in those days. She was trying to make her way in life, living on her own in a distant city working a low paying job. Being poor and unable to afford much, that Christmas she put time, effort and thought into making me the Memory Jar. It is worth far more to me than whatever a rich daughter could have given her Dad for Christmas.

Memory Jar

I knew that I had a treasure, so I took my time in opening the various notes. I didn’t finish until Christmas 2004 as a matter of fact. I’d go to the jar when I was feeling particularly lonely for my girl or when I just wanted a little pick-me-up. And I was. Picked up. As you can see, I sometimes noted the dates. For example: I opened some on Fathers Day.

Memory Jar

Thanks again, Thesha. This will be kept as long as I … uh … remember. Even if I forget some of the events that you remember so well.

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8 Responses to Jarring My Memory

  1. Lorna says:

    Oh, how lovely! And what good handwriting!

    You’re such an accomplished and exemplary family.

  2. Ruth says:

    Priceless! What a great post and a wonderful tribute to a special father-daughter relationship.

  3. Ginger says:

    What a beautiful idea. You’re blessed, AC!

  4. Judy says:

    Awww. I just love it that you share your family with us.
    You are blessed, my friend. But you already know that.

  5. Hilary says:

    Wow.. that’s so beautiful. Certainly a gift to be treasured. Your daughter is a gem.

  6. Bernie says:

    Okay I am writing this through my tears, I love how your daughter made you a memory jar, all parents would love one of these. You have so many blessings my friend and so you should……:-) Hugs

  7. Diana says:

    What an awesome gift AC. And so, very cleaver! You are a blessed father!
    Love Di ♥

  8. Sha says:

    I am SSSOOOOO behind! I have hundreds of unread posts. Finally catching up on yours and Mom’s. Thanks for writing this. 🙂

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