Pocket Full of Memories
( From the archives. Originally published in “Guideposts,” August, 1997)
When I came back from a vacation in France, I unintentionally left a franc in the pocket of my blazer. Several months later, when I wore the coat again, I reached into the pocket for a tissue and found the coin instead. All the happy memories of Paris came rushing back to me. The experience was so wonderful, I decided to keep the franc in my pocket to brighten some other day.
Thus began my habit of carrying “memories” in my pockets: a ticket stub from a glorious exhibit of Matisse paintings, a note of appreciation written by one of my second graders, a wooden nickel from a college alumni weekend. They never fail to being me a smile.
© Dorothy C. Judd
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