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Name: Jane Cowie Category: Jewellery Date of loss; July 2002 Hmmm..... interesting that there are so many stories about lost jewellery...
maybe because they are such close objects, that one forms an intimate
relationship with...
Name: hayley west Category: other Date_of_loss: 1994? Story: my mother continually brings up the subject of 'the lost blanket'. when i was young, she pain-stakeingly hand-knitted each colourful square, sometimes with the left over wool from one of my jumpers. one year, i decided i needed it, it was a cold winter in one of the share houses i was living in in melbourne. i loved it too. i thought i gave it back to her when i went overseas. she insists i didn't. i never lose things, i find othe people's objects. none of my friends and old housemates remember it. she'll never let me forget.
StoryMy mother used to have a turquoise dress and matching coat. I have vivid memories/pictures in my mind of a trip to the Veale Gardens on a Summer day - it must have been about 1968. My mother in her outfit, the roses in bloom, my sister and I skipping along the pathway. A time when things were simple and anything was possible. I've managed to hold onto some of my mother's clothes from that time and wear them on special occasions, but that particular outfit was discarded a few years ago, probably during a clear-out. The underarm seam had ripped, and I had planned to repair it. My father could not know how important it was to me, and now that it is unobtainable, and my mother is gone, I desire it even more.
StoryThe day after I took possession of my grandfather's watch, I went to the beach for a swim. When I returned home, I couldn't find the watch. I spend that night and the next day scouring the beach for the watch, unsuccessfully. I dread to think how long my grandfather had kept that watch for.
StoryThere was a whole household of things to be packed into the 20 foot container, (the kind currently locked within the Patrick wharves), and the packers arrived to work their magic. One of them went into my studio. He was still there when I returned at the end of the day. He had wrapped and packed EVERYTHING - including every single object, large and small, that had been liberally scattered around the many surfaces of the room. Each wrapped in its own piece of wrapping paper, and then packed into one of hundreds of cardboard boxes. Many of the boxes are still unpacked - there is simply no time to do so and anyway, there is no space to distribute the contents into out much smaller house. I cherish the day when my objects and I, and their histories, are re-united.
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StoryMy mother had given me my grandmothers wedding ring about 3 years earlier. I had always treasured it, and was going to wear it when I got married. Unfortunately, I lost it when we moved, and I was tearing my hair out trying to find it. There I was in 1998 looking through my old doll collection when I found the ring - I was very relieved, and I am much more careful with objects now!!
StoryI bought a necklace of garnets set in silver from a pawnshop with the first money I ever earned as a musician. I had never previously bought myself jewellery but I wanted to commemorate the event by spending the money on something which would continue to remind me of the occasion. It was a relatively poorly made necklace and over the course of a few years it broke a few times and two or three stones fell out of their settings. It was lost either by falling down behind a mantelpiece or I lost it at a gig. Only a few months after I noticed it had gone I was given a jewellery box which may have averted (or delayed) its loss. The other disappointing thing about losing it was that I had always intended to give it away to someone at some point and its loss denied me this opportunity.
StoryLet's not kid ourselves. It may be the end of a certain type of material age, but the sentimentalisation of ourselves may only be being refined. Events and places are pathologically/compulsively recorded with photos and videos. We may not [all] [ever] have retained the heirloom or the baby bootee cast in copper, but there are many more crap epic, moment-by-moment methods of making sure nothing passes away. Maybe the duck was the slipstream not taken. Name: Roanne Giles Name: Jillian Murray Name: Susan Fielder |
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