Friday, 4 September 2009

Possessions

Like most of us I like possessions. I assume it is a natural human trait. 'Possess - to have as property, own; wealth.' To own something implies having something that is ours, personal belongings exclusive to us. And again like many of my generation, I was poor in the extreme in childhood. (Note I said poor, not unhappy.) One Christmas I asked for something to wear and something to play with. And the family bought me a pair of trousers and cut the pockets out. Not true of course but you get the message.
Something happened this week that made me examine a lifetime of possessions.
I remember one Christmas receiving a small replica of an army field gun. Totally mesmerising and highly prized it fired matchsticks. (All of thirty or so inches but no matter, it repelled the dreaded Boche in a six year old's imagination.)
In a later year a cardboard Subbutteo set gave hours of pleasure. Make no mistake, Derby County lost few games in hard fought matches played by the light of the gas mantle.
I once had a pocket stop watch, complete with chain which I proudly produced one every necessary or contrived occasion. The strange thing is I don't remember where it came from (I probably swapped it; I hope I didn't steal it) Plus I don't know where it went though I vaguely remember dropping it and stop watches don't bounce.
I also once had a large leather football, courtesy of an uncle who lived near the famous Baseball Ground. That ball was my ticket to the 'big boy's club', for ownership of a real football was prestige indeed. No matter that I seldom got a kick of my own ball.
I remember well the Raleigh, three geared bike with drop handle bars, cost around seventeen pounds, bought with my paper round wages, seven and sixpence a week. And the superior Dawes bike that I wrapped round an oncoming motorbike; a sad end to a prized possession. And the similar demise of second hand Francis Barnett number TNU 137. Cost fifty two pounds and a lifetime of aching bones. (see blog dated 14th March 2009)
The green minivan is remembered as my first ownership of a four wheeled vehicle, less so for my attempts at brush painting. (Racing Green I think the paint was optimistically described.) GDT 703C was definitely a pride and joy, a Mini Cooper that signalled my arrival in the swinging sixties; what joy, what memories!
Marriage brought an end to selfish frivolity and the introduction of semi poverty for many a year. The bonus has been a loving wife and two tremendous children; plus a lifetime of work, the lot required of the working man.
I have had much in life. I have lived in many different circumstances, some homes rented and some owned outright in later years. Whilst not rich I consider I am blessed and want for little. For what does a man close to his seventieth year need or want. Therein lies the reason for this blog. What prized possessions do you remember from your past. And are there any things you are going to 'treat' yourself to before you go.
As I write I gaze in wonderment at my latest 'toy'. If I die tomorrow, I die happy. For there it is. I reach out and touch it, amazed at my purchase. It's sensational, impressive, exciting, mind -blowingly awesome, and expensive with it. Lord, please excuse my extravagance, but almost septuagenarian males never truly grow up nor ever really grow old. (Sorry kids, bang goes some more of your inheritance, but hopefully the house is yours when we go!)
By the way, a vow of poverty does not suggest being for ever poor but the sharing of any thing you have, (the idea of not claiming private ownership of any possessions.)
Anyone who knows me will guess what I now possess. If not watch this space in five days time.
And you are very welcome to come and share it with me.

9 comments:

Granny on the Web said...

A new computer, a new mouse, a new mouse mat, a new chair, a new set of teeth!!!
Oh I can't wait to find out...
Love Granny

Kelloggsville said...

Gosh, I am really intrigued - 5 whole days.....

(I always longed for a bike - Christmas and B'day pressies were usually things I needed turned into presents - clothes, shoes etc - my first husband bought me a bike and I will never be able to let go of it - I still treasure it)

Frogdancer said...

In the future people will look back, misty eyed, reminiscing about their first ipod, or their game of Guitar Hero when they got their first top score....

Kippers Dickie said...

"Spending Kids Inheritance"
You must have booked a winter SKIing Holiday?

Troy said...

You haven't gone and bought Derby County Football Club have you? If so, you have to share it with away supporters you know and give goals away.

Nota Bene said...

Five whole days...it's like waiting for Christmas

Grumpy Old Ken said...

Granny
Hi
Not what you thought. Perhaps its a mans thing!

Kellogsville

Hi

Brilliant. Its all part of being in love!

Grumpy Old Ken said...

Frogdancer
Hi

No doubt true. By the way, I'm getting an i pod to use in conjunction with the jute. Lord knows how I'll get on with it.

Dickie

Hi

Any thoughts on jutes welcome. I'll write some on this later. Technical side is literally awesome.

Grumpy Old Ken said...

Troy
Hi
Do you realise Derby County were sold for £3 a year or two back. Three of them got a year or two in jail/ do people like you interested in football but outside Derby catch that sort of news?

Nota Bene
Hi

i reckon this would be right up your street. Am I right?