COLLECTORS ITEMS
I admire collectors. It takes a lot of desire, determination, passion, and perseverance to search out and keep collectors items. Some are better than others…
When I was a kid I’d collect aluminum can tabs. That was back in the day when the tab would lift and peel all the way off of the can. We’d use the end opposite the ring, the end that looked like an aluminum tongue, and wrap it around the ring of another top. In time, we’d have an aluminum semi-flexible chain as long as our driveway.
I was also like a slew of other all-American kids that played Little League baseball and chewing bubble gum came with the territory. While Bazooka Joe was the preferred bubble gum of choice, not
in any small part due to the cartoon strips folded up inside each block of bubble gum, but we connoisseurs would sacrifice the good stuff for the brick thin sticks of bubble gum with the baseball cards stacked next to them in the wrapper like a deck of cards.With time, my passion waned for those stacks of baseball cards, which included Johnny Bench and Hank Aaron long before he broke the Babe’s home run record. I either gave them away or lined the bottom of a trash can with them when I was retiring my youth and everything that was remotely associated with it.
Like most of us, I’ve had a few hobbies and or collections as an adult. I’ve bought and sold a herd of pinball machines and some muscle cars. Lost my passion again… and always usually right before the market ran the prices up that would have given me braggin’ rights.
I resigned myself over time to the fact that I’m just not the collectors item type-uh-hoss. It never dawned on me that I have more than my fair share of books, some printed in the 1800’s. Maybe we’re more of the collector’s items kinda folks than we realize?
I organize my home office three or four times a year. It takes more than a wee-bit-uh-time to sort through business documents as well as the personal papers, not to mention the thousands of papers with my notes and scribbles associated with writing.
After about an hour of sorting and shuffling, my office looking more like something from that hoarder show on TV, I stumbled upon a certain stack of papers I’d temporarily forgotten about. I’m not fixated with this growing stack of papers like I once was, but I’m not about to toss them out with the rest of the trash either.
Sitting at my desk I skimmed through my collector’s items. I read details I’d forgotten, but remembered them exactly and the feeling I had the day I collected each piece and added to my growing collection.
Collecting items for the right reasons and with a proper perspective isn’t a bad thing, as long as our collections don’t define us and become idols and or obsessions.
I smiled at my collector’s items, tapped the page edges on two sides against my desk to align all the papers neatly. Then I stacked my rejection letters from literary agents gently and neatly back into my desk drawer.
Brad
Sunday, March 20, 2016 @ 10:18 am
Great story Your writing always takes be back to a a place we have a tendency to forget It’s great how you do that. Keep bringing back the memories!
Bill (cycleguy)
Sunday, March 20, 2016 @ 3:13 pm
Yeah. Mom threw my cards away one day before I asked for them. I had a collection of eagles, wolves, Hulk memorabilia, and now Titanic (although that has some value). But i also need to remember having my walk with Jesus is more than a memory walk. It is daily. Good post my friend. Muscle cars?
Lynn D. Morrissey
Sunday, March 20, 2016 @ 6:01 pm
It’s interesting what we collect as kids, huh, Floyd? I never collected “tabs” or gum, but my fair share of Barbies. Papers!!!!!!!!!! Oh the bane of my existence. And this is so serendipitous, b/c I’ve moved the paper piles from under my rolltop and in the file drawers to the dining table. It’s a big table, which is either a good or bad proposition, depending upon your perspective: good if you want enough sorting room; bad if you have enough papers to fill it. I’ve thrown out bags full, but still have way too many. But like you, I stop long enough to wander down memory lane. And in the end, those papers are pieces of my life that w/ which I am not yet willing to part. What a fun post this is!
Love
Lynn
Pam
Sunday, March 20, 2016 @ 6:23 pm
Ah yes, rejection slips. I haven’t kept mine but there would be quite a stack if I had! Good post, Floyd.
Lynn D. Morrissey
Sunday, March 20, 2016 @ 6:45 pm
oh Floyd, and I meant to tell you: Those rejection slips are paper clutter! You know where they can go.
Betty Draper
Sunday, March 20, 2016 @ 10:15 pm
The only thing I can say I have collected is people. My circle of friends is huge, but not so big I can’t add to it. Love the ending brother, good writing.
Cheryl
Monday, March 21, 2016 @ 7:42 am
Those publishers obviously do not know a good thing when they see it. I trust the day will come soon, when you will no longer be collecting rejection letters, but will be collecting royalty checks instead. You deserve it, and when God sees you have waited long enough, I pray He will allow your breakthrough to come. I remember the bubble gum types you spoke of…reading this took me back to a happy place growing up. Your posts always make me think and leave me feeling blessed. God bless you in return, brother.
Lisa notes
Monday, March 21, 2016 @ 9:41 am
I don’t think of myself as a collector either…until you mentioned books. ha. I’ve got a few of those. And probably even more on my Kindle because they are only invisible clutter. I used to collect chewing gum wrappers to make long chains. I don’t think I’d remember how to fold them now to do that. Great post, Floyd.
Barb Raveling
Monday, March 21, 2016 @ 4:55 pm
Oh those literary agents! I’ve never tried to get one or I’m sure I’d have my own collection. One of my daughters is about to set down that path and try to find an agent for the young adult novel she just finished writing. It was fun to read about all of your collections – brought back good memories as usual! Love your posts!
saleslady371
Tuesday, March 22, 2016 @ 8:49 am
At least you submit stuff. I applaud you for that. You didn’t throw the rejection letters away and that tells me a lot especially the way you describe the old feelings again after reading them. The teachers in my writing group would pat you on the back for that. They tell us that we need to pay attention because this is what makes the good writer, someone who can look at the rejection and accept what the publishers are telling us, correct it to meet their requirements. And, of course, not stay discouraged because they really are helping us. Hard to swallow, isn’t it?
Hazel Moon
Tuesday, March 22, 2016 @ 11:36 am
In my childhood, I don’t remember collecting anything. Story book dolls were too expensive, but I enjoyed my girl friend’s collection of them. Later I began to collect bells, but decided they were taking up too much room so gave away most of them except for a few my mother or my children gave me. I once submitted a poem to a Religious magazine, and it came back, “Nice but not exceptional.” That was my last submission. I do love blogging where those who read seem to enjoy. Floyd, you have a following on your Blog, that reaches further than those who stay to comment. However, keep submitting your scripts, and sent them out again to a different source. Thank you for sharing with us here at Tell me a True Story.
June
Tuesday, March 22, 2016 @ 5:10 pm
I think my family must have the collection gene. Don’t ever mention you “like” anything around one of them, or your destined to get a trinket (or two, or three, etc) for your birthday, Christmas, any gift occasion for the rest of your life! My Nana collected mice {not live mice}, and had over 500 when she passed away. My mom and I wrapped them up and gave away one to every person who attended the funeral. Everyone appreciated having something to remember her by. I’m surprised you have such a “stack” of those letters, Floyd, truly. I hope the content is helpful, rather than hurtful. Blessings to you and your family this Easter, my friend!
Sharon
Tuesday, March 22, 2016 @ 6:30 pm
Well, I am an avid collector – and my tastes vary. I have a wonderful collection of glass animal figurines. Also antique irons, stuffed animals, miniatures, Native American pottery…and a bunch of other stuff. (Yeah, my *collector’s room* is crowded!!) I’ve noticed that my collections say a lot about my love of things that remind me of my childhood, and also of my travels!
Floyd, that collection of rejection letters will make nice wallpaper when you get published! And I have no doubt that that day is coming…truly.
GOD BLESS~
Joanne Norton
Thursday, March 24, 2016 @ 8:18 pm
As usual, you made me smile. I couldn’t read as much or understand things as well, but I always want to see what and how you are sharing. Thank you, Brother. And thank you MUCH for commenting on mine, and on an email, when I’m in Oregon, my computer won’t let me send email comments. So, I decided to look at this and tell it all to you. Bless you MUCH!!! 😉