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Chilly weather  = gloves for the morning carpool.  Messy closet = sorting hats, scarves, and mittens to meet the needs of the season.  Found:  one glove.  Uncovered:  a mountain of memories.

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I will print this page (maybe on transparency) and attach in my journal.  Then I will write what has been shook loose as a result of seeing this glove again.  I don't know where the other one went.  It doesn't matter.  I don't know where I got these.  It doesn't matter.  I do remember that I had to have them, back in high school, because I had the skis.  OLIN MARK IV COMP.  Orange.  Wearing these gloves was a badge – a symbol that I had the coolest skis.  I will never forget getting those skis.  I wanted them SO bad.  The skis I had were great, but the Olin's rocked.  They had squared-off front tips, and the back curled up a little – like they'd be awesome if I decided to take freestyle ballet lessons.  They would be perfect with my rockin' white Hanson boots.  And my rad bindings with the new-fangled "brakes" (no safety straps!) 

We were on a family trip in Aspen.  We saw the skis in a shop.  I swooned.  One night, after hanging in the lodge with my brother and cousins, I headed back up to the room and quietly got ready for bed so I wouldn't wake my sister and parents.  I pulled back the covers, slid in to bed, and SCREECHED.  There in my bed were the Olins.  One of my favorite memories that my Dad *got* me. 

This glove has been around for years – one of those things you can't get rid of.  It's traveled with me from Minnesota, to Boston, to Chicago, to Traverse City, and to Jersey.  I'm sure I've seen the gloves in the mitten basket every winter.  Occasionally I would wear them to shovel snow.  Now that one has gone rogue, I decided I better take a photo of the faithful friend.  It's part of my history, as are the stories attached to it.  If this one goes missing, I'll have the evidence in my journal.

What do you see everyday that should be documented in your journal?  Get out the camera and walk around your house.  Write your stories.  It feels good.

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12 responses to “one glove”

  1. Grrl+dog Avatar
    Grrl+dog

    A teenager is in constant danger of spontaneously exploding if her impulses are not catered to immediately.
    Your words brought back memories of similar times, sadly no gifts from parents at the end. Yep.. one day when you are dust, someone may find that glove and be ignorant of its loving history.

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  2. Sandy Avatar
    Sandy

    Isn’t it great when something sparks a memory that we thought we’d forgotten? I love it when this happens. Great story.

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  3. Maj Carita Avatar
    Maj Carita

    Hi Michelle, I recently saw a students exebition called “Design and Emotions”. As an extra, they had gathered stories about loved objects and the emotions they evoced. It made me decide to write similar stories on my blog. This is such a brilliant example of such a story! I LOVE how your Dad got you!!!
    And it reminded me of going to Norway with my family for skiing holidays.

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  4. kim mailhot Avatar
    kim mailhot

    This was a great and wonderfully inspiring post, Michelle ! As a girl who has been missing her Dad for 13 years now, I always love to hear stories about Daddys and their daughters, and this one was particularily cool, in Michelle Ward style, of course !
    I am definitely inspired to write the stories of things I love too ! Yesterday at hula seventy, http://hulaseventy.blogspot.com/2008/11/100-things-in-world-i-love.html) Andrea posted 100 things she loves in this world. I did a page in my journal with 100 things that I love but now I am inspired to do a page with just why I love them too ! There are so many stories we have to tell ! Thanks for the inspiration !

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  5. Lydia Avatar
    Lydia

    Hey – I wanted to share this with you since your rubbings are so wonderful.
    http://understandblue.blogspot.com/2008/11/worst-invention-since-pinto-tutorial.html

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  6. Barbara Avatar
    Barbara

    OMG!!!What a FAB memory…and uber-FAB Dad!! Love it!!! Thanks for the great prompt and for sharing this great story!

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  7. Jennifer White Avatar
    Jennifer White

    SERIOUSLY!! I know EXACTLY the Olin’s you’re referring to…you brought back the exact memories for me of not having the cool skiis or outerwear for that matter. I was the one wearing jeans with long underwear underneath when I was on the ski hill. I also remembering wanting those big, fuzzy white boots that looked like Sasquatch feet that were out around the same time. In fact, I think they may be back in style now? Thanks for the walk down memory lane my friend.

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  8. Martina@marchenstudios Avatar
    Martina@marchenstudios

    I love this! everything has it’s story, how great to write it down give life to the humble object…

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  9. Shirley Ende-Saxe Avatar
    Shirley Ende-Saxe

    I ACCEPT this challenge and will start looking! Objects are poetry waiting to be part of art or song or blog. I just have to get done with Mexico first!
    Enjoying the range of your poetry, as usual!

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  10. rivergardenstudio Avatar
    rivergardenstudio

    I love this post and your story of the glove. What a wonderful memory to keep. You make me want to go home and look at something afresh, then to write about it. Thanks. And I love your golden art pieces! Roxanne

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  11. Bre Avatar
    Bre

    Wow, I had very similar gloves. I wasn’t lucky enough to have Olin skis but I did have Dynasty skis with Solomon bindings. And I had a gorgeous BRIGHT ORANGE “with green and white stripes at the base of the arms” ski suit. Wasn’t hard to find me when I wiped out.
    I also had a “Snowbunny” turtleneck which much to my daughter’s chagrin, I wore skiing with her several years back. It didn’t go over too well and the poor thing had to go to the trash LOL.
    Thanks for the memories and the chuckles …brought me right back !
    …quick question re: the Gesso Crusade. I have a smidgen of time to try it today, the inspiration, but no gesso and the nearest art store is 45 minutes away. I do have dimensional paint though. Do you think that would work ? Let me know before I lose my courage LOL.
    Thanks Bre

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  12. plo Avatar
    plo

    I am sure you were the hottest girl at Buck Hill! I ONLY wore black. Oh wait, I still only wear black. I actually made friends with the guy running the ski lift on the hill next to the bunny hill, that lasted until I moved here. Ha. Aren’t Dad’s cool? You brought back memories for me, my Daddy chaperoned our Ski Club, and skiied with me. Memories.

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