A Cherished Memory & a picture from the past …

This blog post was born out of an idea by Damyanti to host the Cherished Blogfest, an opportunity to discover and CHERISHED1
connect with many of our fellow bloggers. I was happy to agree to co-hosting the project, along with Dan Antion, Peter Nena, and Sharukh Bamboat. The remit was to write a 500 word post about some cherished object or possession we each had. It was hard trying to decide just what to choose, as I’m sure it was for most of us, but in the end I chose something that had a family significance rather than exclusively personal to me.

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We all have things we cherish, be it a car we’ve put our heart and soul into restoring and preserving, a piece of jewellery we may have been given by a loved one long, long ago, or perhaps even a keepsake or photo we carry around in our wallet or purse that brings a smile and a happy memory every time we see it. My cherished object though is a drawing – not a valuable piece of art or some daring exploration of pushing the artistic boundaries, but a simple small crayon drawn picture that my son brought home from school over twenty five years ago. It’s of me, my late wife, our son Liam, and of all things, some alien monsters he’d seen in a picture book. It has pride of place just beneath one of my treasured photographs, and is rarely removed from its spot except for the odd dusting or in this instance, to be photographed for my Cherished Blogfest post.

Why does this particular drawing hold such a place in my heart and memories? Well, I think any parent will have half an idea already. I mean, what parent doesn’t possess some treasured item of their children’s childhood, but for me, whenever I glance at this picture it brings back a memory of the day and circumstances when I first saw it. I’d just moved into a new and freshly decorated flat. The front-room was wall-papered but with a waist high white area along the bottom. But to Liam, that shiny white painted area represented an enormous canvas for him to practice his drawing skills on. When I returned home from work I could his see his colourful efforts reaching all the way along from the living room door, stretching behind the sofa that was a foot or so away from the wall, right as far as the glass patio doors. Needless to say I wasn’t amused…

BLOGPIC1“Oh he didn’t mean, he was just playing,” Liam’s grandma said when she saw the less than happy look on my face. “He didn’t know it was naughty to draw on the walls, I’ll have a quiet word later.”

“Didn’t know? So why is he peeking out from behind the sofa with that cheeky grin on his face?” I replied, unconvinced by her defence of the little lad’s artistry, turning my head back in Liam’s direction whose little smiling face was still half peering out from his hiding place. His gran ignored my question, choosing instead to change the subject:

“Oh before I forget, he brought a drawing home for you, it’s on the kitchen table.”

Liam’s smile had grown even bigger and he was nodding his head at the mention of his drawing. I don’t why but my initial anger just disappeared. It was probably the first bit of real mischief and naughtiness he’d gotten into since the death of his mum a year earlier, and for some reason I couldn’t help but give a silent chuckle. Liam still remembered her. My son’s picture was a welcome and timely reminder that life goes on…

About echoesofthepen

Middle aged man, aspiring writer and author, one grown up son and young grand son, currently working in the rail industry but actively working to develop a writing career.

Posted on July 25, 2015, in Amateur writing, Articles, miscellaneous and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 43 Comments.

  1. What a lovely cherishable, Paul! And a beautiful story to go with it. I can imagine how poignant it must have been to see your wife in the drawing, to know that to your son she was still part of the family, absent perhaps but not ‘gone’. Children have a way of cutting to the chase. Thank you for sharing. And thank you for co-hosting; this is, hands down, the best blog hop I’ve been a part of.
    Guilie @ Quiet Laughter

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  2. Such a beautiful story. Your writing captured such a personal moment. Thanks.

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  3. What a precious memory this is for you. Lovely to read.:) Thanks for co-hosting the #Cherished Blogfest. It was so enjoyable to discover what others cherish..

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  4. I love the drawing, Paul. Its simplicity reveals the wholeheartedness of its presentation. And what’s better than that which is given wholeheartedly?
    Thank you for sharing such a treasure. Cheers!

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  5. An excellent and well-presented post Paul. I love the drawing. You’ve told a story that is poignant on so many levels and it will touch the heart of anyone who reads it. There is a subtle blend of storytelling and recalling of wonderful memories.
    I had intended to take part in the ‘Cherished Blogfest’ as you know, but I had to be honest with myself, and I would have been taking part for all the wrong reasons. Reading your post, and the comments you’ve received tells me that I made the right decision – and so did you.
    It’s easy to see that you’re world has now welcomed a host of new friends and that has come through becasue of your honest and open approach. You deserve all the success and friendships that come your way, so I’m delighted for you.
    Continue to enjoy your increased range of friendships, and of course that grandson of yours. Until later, take care mate.

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  6. Memories have an advantage over the objects that we own; we shall never lose the memories. A child’s imagination speaks volumes above the words adults use, to convey emotions. Lovely post!

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    • Yes indeed memories are something we never lose. And yes, a child’s imagination is one of the most magical and inspiring things in all the world. So pleased you enjoyed my recollections here. Am visiting all the blogfest participants over the coming week so speak to you again soon…

      😊😊😊 Paul…

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  7. Oh my goodness! You just sucker punched me with that incredible memory. What a truly cherished object and one that you’ve preserved for such a long time! So very blessed to have come across you thanks to the #Cherished blogfest.

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    • Hello Shailaja…. Delighted you stopped by, and that enjoyed my post. I’m hoping to visit all the Cherished Blogfest participants over this coming week so I’ll be stopping by you sometime this week..

      Sincere best wishes and regards, Paul…

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  8. I blogged about the same thing – have a huge collection of keepsakes from the children…I know exactly what you mean! Thanks for sharing this memory.

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  9. Love this! I love how it captures such a human moment and so many different emotions. Plus, the alien creatures in the picture are an amazing touch

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  10. I remember bringing hope drawings from school, and my mother would hang them around the laundry room in the basement of our house. My father’s home office was next to that room, but he rarely went in. He didn’t take any of the drawings for his office. I also brought home short stories I’d written and my teacher had read aloud to the class, but neither parent was interested in them. So interesting that as I read the Cherished Blogfest blog posts, I’m taken back in time and memories pop up like dandelions in a spring lawn. Happy Cherished Blogfest! Thanks for visiting Anatomy of Perceval. Cinda

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    • Hello again CC. First of all I must say what a lovely turn of phrase you have – ‘memories pop up like dandelions in a spring lawn,’ – that’s a beautiful image. I too have had many memories awoken since the start of the blogfest, but in a good way. I’ll be returning for another visit in the coming days…

      Best wishes always, Paul…

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  11. Such a sweet, sad memory. I would’ve been angry to see the wall drawings, but would’ve melted just the same. As for my kiddo, I’ve got an entire box where I’ve been collecting her drawings and other various art ventures. Other are hung on the wall. I just want her to feel as though it’s good and be proud? I guess. But anyway, great post!

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    • Thanks for such a lovely reply to my post. I know everyone of those art ventures you’ve collected are as priceless to you as mine are to me. And delighted to meet you via this blogfest too…

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  12. Thank you for sharing such a precious memory. I have tears in my eyes and a smile on my face as I picture the event you describe and the bitter-sweet history that led up to it. I remember vividly reading your short story about the mountain top experience you had – I see it coming up in your anthology, which I am still reading – and this memory has a similar heart.

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    • Once again, many thanks for stopping by and for your kind comments here Julia. It’s funny how such moments in time can be recalled just like they were only yesterday. And glad I brought a smile as well…

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  13. How very sweet, Paul! As I visit participating blogs in the Cherished blogfest, I am thrilled to see “cherished” objects that could well be my own. The human connection is so wonderful! I can imagine how precious these drawings are!

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    • I’ve seen many an object mentioned on some of the posts that I could easily have mentioned, but yes, they are priceless to me. I’ll be stopping by soon as I work my through so many wonderful posts that have emerged from our blogfest…

      Best wishes, Paul…

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  14. That’s priceless– love the way you introduced the memories associated with the painting.

    Thank you for cohosting the blogfest despite your busy schedule, Paul, really appreciate it!

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    • Hello Damyanti…

      So pleased you liked it, and thank you too for initiated such a wonderful idea. Am reading some wonderful posts, and meeting lots of other like minded souls.

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  15. Paul, a great story. I like what you said in the comments. How a simple gift can mean so much both ways, for the giver and the recipient.

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  16. Beautifully written Paul. This blogfest has certainly made me believe that the most precious and valuable items in the world that mean the world to us are not expensive goods and products, but simple things that become a part of our lives over a period of time. One doesn’t need a million bucks to be happy, one just needs love that they can hang on to, hold on to and that one thing will help them achieve wonders and complete their journey of life.

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    • Hi Sharukh…

      Cheers for that. You really do have a way of putting into words something we all know in our hearts already. And yes, this blogfest, the comments as well as the many fine posts has certainly given me much to think about.

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  17. This was a lovely memory

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  18. And what a beautiful reminder it was. And remains so each time you look at it. That was not just a child’s gift of the moment but a fellow soul giving you the gift to last a lifetime. So beautiful Paul. Thanks for sharing such a precious treasure.

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  19. I love this post! What a wonderful memory of your little boy (who is not so little anymore).

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    • Hello again…

      Indeed he’s not so little anymore, though thankfully his own son, my delightful grandson still is, so once again I’ve still got several more years of watching thiose wonderful years of childhood.

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  20. Beautiful writing… Somehow that alien monster fits too.

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  21. What a lovely memory, and a very special drawing from your son! The simple things we come across are often the best. Thank you for sharing this.

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    • Thank you for stopping by. I don’t think my son appreciated just how much such things can mean to a parent until he had a son of his own, whose just a tad younger than Liam was then. He has a whole treasure chest of memories of his own to look forward to now.

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  22. Precious memory and drawing.

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