My most treasured possession
What's your most treasured possession? What would you rescue from a fire (be it for sentimental or purely financial reasons)?
My Great-Uncle left me his visitors book which along with boring people like the Queen and Harold Wilson has Spike Milligan's signature in it. It's all loopy.
Either that or my Grandfather's swords.
( , Thu 8 May 2008, 12:38)
What's your most treasured possession? What would you rescue from a fire (be it for sentimental or purely financial reasons)?
My Great-Uncle left me his visitors book which along with boring people like the Queen and Harold Wilson has Spike Milligan's signature in it. It's all loopy.
Either that or my Grandfather's swords.
( , Thu 8 May 2008, 12:38)
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Photographs
The one thing that I would rescue from a fire, no matter what, would be my 18th birthday present from my Grandma.
When I was little, our cellar flooded. And my parents, being the geniuses that they were, had all of my baby photographs stored down there. So, growing up, I never had any.
For my 18th Birthday, my Grandma presented me with a photograph album. There was a page for every year of my life, right from my birth, with a photograph of me from my birthday on it, and a newspaper article or cutting from that day. At the back of the album she'd glued in a huge envelope, in which she'd put all sorts of things-a copy of my GCSE results, programmes from school plays when I was a kid, clippings of me from our local paper. I've never cried so much as I did when I got that album.
Apologies for unfunny, but it's the only thing, apart from my family, I would go back for.
( , Thu 8 May 2008, 21:34, Reply)
The one thing that I would rescue from a fire, no matter what, would be my 18th birthday present from my Grandma.
When I was little, our cellar flooded. And my parents, being the geniuses that they were, had all of my baby photographs stored down there. So, growing up, I never had any.
For my 18th Birthday, my Grandma presented me with a photograph album. There was a page for every year of my life, right from my birth, with a photograph of me from my birthday on it, and a newspaper article or cutting from that day. At the back of the album she'd glued in a huge envelope, in which she'd put all sorts of things-a copy of my GCSE results, programmes from school plays when I was a kid, clippings of me from our local paper. I've never cried so much as I did when I got that album.
Apologies for unfunny, but it's the only thing, apart from my family, I would go back for.
( , Thu 8 May 2008, 21:34, Reply)
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