Earliest Junking Memory

As I was sitting here, a memory came to mind. In fact, as I think about it, it's the earliest junking memory that I have.

I was a very young girl and I was with Gordon and Marilyn (my aunt & uncle and Kuomis (godparents)), who truly have inspired my love for all things vintage, and we were at Albert and Felma's house. And I believe it was after Albert had passed away. That would be my Auntie Marilyn's (and my Uncle Bill's) parents.

I remember there was a lot of stuff in the garage and as I was fairly young at the time, my memory doesn't hold whether or not there was a garage sale. I want to say there was but I really can't be too sure. I only remember a box of pencils and small office supplies such as scissors, stapler and staple puller. That is all I remember.

I very clearly remember the scissors and that the pencils were in a cardboard box. I have those scissors. To this day I treasure them. They were silver and metal and I used them often. They are in my box of office supplies now. Sitting and resting after years of use. They may even have a bit of rust on them. I do remember Albert and Felma a little as well. But only vaguely. But those scissors, as simple of a utilitarian object as they are, hold a very special place for me. They were my very first piece of junk. That was the beginning of the road for me. The beginning of this wonderful journey. There is no destination. No end in sight. That is the pure joy of junk collecting. It is endless, infinite. And for me, there is an endless thrill in finding that perfect treasure over and over again.

Note: After writing this post, I felt compelled to find those old scissors. They do not, in fact, have a single drop of rust on them. They are, however, well worn. I love them! (Behind them is my newest apron and my new favorite! I found it at The Mission House the first time I stopped there. I love the design on this material!)