One of the items just taking up space in our apartment are some towels that my mother gave me. These towels are old. Older then me old..... I think my parents may have gotten them as wedding presents.... that would make them 43 years old....
These towels are in less then pristine condition. I just can't seem to part with them though.... It feels like throwing away history.
Joel actually offered to through this towel away..... I said no....
There is this horrible orange towel.....
Another ugly orange one.... I guess my mom liked orange or maybe that was the "in" color that year....
Finally this is my favorite. For some reason I have very strong feelings for this towel. I look at it and I think about my childhood. I have no specific memories attached to it.... it is more a general feeling of happiness and home.
The towels I have gotten as gifts or bought myself don't have the same feeling of personality as these old ones do.... I could part with most any of the "new" towels I have and not really care....
I just can't seem to get rid of those old ones....
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