Because I said I would.
Earlier this year, Arran Q. Henderson posted an excellent piece entitled; A History of The Easter Rising in 50 Objects; by John Gibney, historian. I re-blogged the piece, which in turn led to an interesting discussion between myself and Elusive Trope (Doug Branson). Mr. Trope wondered what his life would look like in fifty objects; I thought that was an interesting concept and basically said, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” He began on his end of the bargain; I did not.Sometimes life gets in the way.
It gave me a great deal to think about; chiefly that for someone who does not consider himself a materialist, objects have indeed had an enormous influence on my life, and continue to do so. But where to begin? So I thought I’d start with the object that prompted me to begin writing my little blog.
A few years ago, I suffered a brain injury (can you tell?). I could still walk and talk just fine (more or less) but I was very depressed and moody; I couldn’t remember things very well and had difficulty concentrating. Two years of my life went by and I have very little recollection of the events that transpired during that time.
However, one incident stands out.
I was sitting on the couch feeling sorry for myself. My wife sat down next to me and handed me one of her sketchbooks.
“Do you remember this?” she asked.
She wasn’t talking about the sketchbook itself. She was talking about a poem that I’d written for her she we first started dating (this was three, maybe four hundred years ago), which she has laminated onto the cover of the book. I read it.
“It’s not horrible,” I said.
“No, it’s not. You should write more often. Maybe you should start a blog.”
“You may as well try it! You’ve plenty of stories to tell. It’s a lot better than sitting around staring at your shoes all day.”
And so I started my blog . It didn’t quite take the direction I’d originally intended, but it’s been quite the learning experience in more ways than one.
So there you have it; object the first.