I have just read ish’s comments on most precious treasure. (http://ishmusing.com/2015/05/03/blogging-day-20-treasure-an-assortment-of-little-pin-wheel-squares/#more-243).  I certainly identify with the question of what treasure to write about.  I believe it is because my mind slides into trying to choose a material treasure.  Something I can hold in my hand and call my own.  Ish finally chose to write about a quilt.  After reading her charming account of why she prizes the quilt, it is my opinion that her love for the quilt has as much to do with the story of people involved in her acquisition of the quilt as for the beautiful yellow quilt with the sunny disposition.

Now in my ninth decade of life, I have accumulated so much—so many treasures, most of which cost me less than ten bucks each.  But I like them all!  I find that a lot are precious to me, not because of their dollar value, but because of circumstances in which or the reason why I acquired them.  For example, what is an eighty-one year old woman going to do with 161 little Golden Books?   Why these books?  A few, like Zorro and Wagon Train, remind me of my son at six or so; a few because the animal pictures are so endearing; a few because of spiritual lessons, a few because they were by-products from Walt Disney classics, one because it is listed at a value of $120—although I know it is not in condition that would bring that much money.  Maybe 15 or 20 I paid ten to fourteen dollars for; others I paid about two or three.  Besides being Golden Books, they have one thing in common—all are pre-bar code books.  I think bar codes began on them about 1984.  I don’t need the books, but still if I see some at a garage sale or thrift store, I pull them out and check front and back for bar code.  So far I keep buying!

I can’t begin to call these books my most highly prized treasure.  The treasures that fit that description I can’t get hold of with my hands.  I’ll take that back—my precious great grandchildren fit perfectly with my arms around them!  And my husband fits there well, too!  And a life-time of friends cannot be overlooked.  There is nothing I treasure more than my hope of eternal life  made possible by the sacrifice of Jesus Christ.  I guess  next on the list is my ability to learn and teach after all these years.

The picture shows some of my treasured “stuff” that can be held in my hand.  Collectible

clock, turn of the century (1900’s) novels, golden books, doctoral thesis, family cassettes, and photo album.  Sorry, Readers, this is my first try at adding an image.  I think I flunked.  But I’m going to do better next time.  I cropped this thing in media, but it didn’t come out like that.  I’d welcome help.