Next up, a couple of my own little memories. In 1977, I was just six years old. In late June 1977, mum was in hospital giving birth to my brother. On behalf of my four year old sister and I , I picked up a pencil and wrote a letter to mum to take into the maternity ward. A quick, simple and nice little letter. Unknown to me, mum kept this letter, and after she passed away in 2009 and we were sorting through the items in the house, I found myself once again with the letter in my hands.
It also describes how that hot Summer, we were tanned due to taking the rugs outside on top of the grass, and sunbathing.
That sort of precious memory was just too difficult to throw away and I’ve kept the letter. I also found all my school jotters, which are no good to anybody. I kept one from each year and threw the rest out. I forgot that school jotters used to be wrapped in brown paper, which depending on what teacher you had, was great for putting graffiti on! The lesson probably is that I “hoard” many memories and probably too nostalgic for my own good. Did anybody else keep their childhood memories, schoolwork or writings?