Remnants

I always go for the domed ones (American: thumbtacks)

Some readers may recall  that last August Shirley and I spent an inordinate amount of time clearing out my late brother Simon's rental cottage. We tried to be ruthless but even so a few boxes of his rescued stuff were brought back to our home in Sheffield.

Largely those boxes have remained untouched as I wait to see Simon's financial affairs brought to closure. The process has been incredibly slow and frustrating. Amongst the rescued items were things that belonged to my mother, father and the rest of our family.

Anyway, today I addressed two of those boxes and managed to reduce them to one. It was a success measured against the past five months of my procrastination. Something of a psychological nature has been going on here though I can't quite explain it.

Here are some of the items that surfaced today. Remnants of the departed...

A commemorative tin from 1981. Charles and Diana were married in the same year as us.

My old school badge - I hated that institution with a vengeance. The three crowns 
echo the city's coat of arms - Kingston-upon-Hull

My father was a proud trade unionist within the teaching profession and 
these badges acknowledge his terms of office as President of The National 
Union of Teachers in East Yorkshire

In this old pill jar I discovered a full set of brass RAF 
buttons from World War II - in desperate need of polishing. 
I believe my mother cut them from her old WAAF  uniform.

A box that in truth contains a stop watch though it was clearly meant to 
contain studs for old shirt collars that must have often got lost. I hope you 
didn't think that the term "stud" referenced  sexually proficient gentlemen. You 
can see a fellow under a bed searching for lost shirt studs.

My father was a pretty good cricketer and I suspect that this was his post-war cricket cap 
when he must have represented The Old Maltonians Association. Malton is a little 
Yorkshire market town east of York. and that is where Dad went to school - Malton
Grammar School in fact. Should I just throw it away?


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