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02 May 07 - 12:17 PM (#2041372) Subject: BS: A Sailor's Wallet From: Mickey191 A sailor on liberty was mugged and when he came to his wallet & pants were gone. He made it back to the ship-but was put in the brig until his ID was proven. The wallet was found in the walls of a Boston building being torn down - 56 years to the day it was stolen. The man has passed, but the contents including many irreplaceable pictures, were returned to his widow. What possession would you like to have returned? |
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02 May 07 - 12:48 PM (#2041406) Subject: RE: BS: A Sailor's Wallet From: artbrooks My full head of hair would be nice - and my 32 inch waistline. |
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02 May 07 - 01:38 PM (#2041457) Subject: RE: BS: A Sailor's Wallet From: Rapparee My boyish innocence and youthful vigor. |
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02 May 07 - 01:45 PM (#2041462) Subject: RE: BS: A Sailor's Wallet From: Amos The body I had when I was 25, and the check I spent on a large and unsuccessful real estate flyer when I was forty. A |
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02 May 07 - 06:40 PM (#2041735) Subject: RE: BS: A Sailor's Wallet From: Liz the Squeak I'd like my original song book returned to me. It had a lot of versions of songs I can no longer find, all handwritten, some illustrations and a whole heap of other stuff. It was stolen from our car about 10 years ago, along with a patchwork quilt I was making for Limpit's cot and some very fine cross stitch - on something like 56 count gauze, which was for her room. Those two items above everything are the ones I've regretted losing most. LTS |
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02 May 07 - 10:32 PM (#2041862) Subject: RE: BS: A Sailor's Wallet From: Sandra in Sydney mentioned in another thread But I can't remember which one - A set of miniature furniture, several inches high & much smaller than standard dolls-house size (1 inch to 1 foot) They were made by my Cabinetmaker Greatgrandfather for his young granddaughters & were safely in my custody when my younger sister visited & said Mum wanted them back. Some years later Mum asked about them & I said sister took them cos you wanted them & my sister totally denied taking them. They were micro-miniature examples of things he would have made for customers - all properly jointed, with drawers too tiny to put a finger in, and some were veneered. Irreplacable little treasures that I never photographed. |
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03 May 07 - 02:57 AM (#2041965) Subject: RE: BS: A Sailor's Wallet From: The Fooles Troupe A computer system that works and doesn't crash all the time and doesn't need constant updates, and doesn't need hardware that costs the earth amd doesn't constantly need expensive updates to bloated software that doesn't work nicely ... |
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03 May 07 - 04:14 AM (#2041997) Subject: RE: BS: A Sailor's Wallet From: Liz the Squeak Art - you still have your 32inch waistline - it just doesn't stop there! LTS |
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03 May 07 - 11:38 AM (#2042337) Subject: RE: BS: A Sailor's Wallet From: Mrrzy 1) The book I lost before finishing it, on the Orient Express in the early 70's 2) The bad of sensi I left in a pair of pants I returned for not fitting (or rather, the equivalent, the same bag would be terribly stale by now, this was maybe 17 years ago) 3) The ring with my initials on it that I lost somewhere in Charlottesville in the mid-eighties 4, 5, 6 and maybe 7) (Don't know if this counts) - if a couple has several miscarriages, can they ask for the babies that might otherwise have been? |
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03 May 07 - 12:33 PM (#2042383) Subject: RE: BS: A Sailor's Wallet From: Bert Ah Squeaks, I lost a personal songbook once, it was a major disaster. Fortunately Mudcat is pretty good about finding lost lyrics. Foolestroupe, you need to download and install Linux. It's free and doesn't crash three times a day. |
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03 May 07 - 12:55 PM (#2042399) Subject: RE: BS: A Sailor's Wallet From: JennyO On a couple of occasions, big slabs of my childhood and younger years were lost. The worst loss was a chest of drawers full of treasured childhood objects that I had stored in my mother's garage while between houses. She and I often had disagreements - she was always very difficult to get along with. Whenever one of these things happened, she would react impulsively out of spite to try and hurt me. On this occasion, she decided to sell everything in the garage for $1500, including all my grandmother's quite valuable furniture (one piece would have been worth that alone), and everything else in there, including my old chest of drawers and its contents, which would have had negligible monetary value. I lived a couple of hours drive away, and the next time I visited, I found the garage was empty. She had not said a word to anybody - just done it. Everyone else in the family was shocked as well, because the furniture had sentimental value to us, and it was not really hers to sell - she was just minding it. The chest of drawers contained all the childhood things I had put aside to keep - special dolls and teddy bears, special toys I had loved, a spiral bound cookbook with a Christmas cake recipe I have never come close to duplicating, books and mementos of all kinds that were quite irreplaceable - I can't even remember all that was in there - all gone. And yes, she knew what it was, and what was in it. My brother in France still has a lot more of his stuff than I do, because he packed up and left Australia years earlier, taking everything with him. That was obviously a wise move on his part. I saw many of his old motoring magazines and model planes when I visited him in Paris one time. It's not like I NEED any of these things to live, but it's a slice of my past cruelly snatched away, and if I think about it (which I only am now because of this thread) it still upsets me. Another time, while I was in the process of moving house, and still had a car boot full of things - mainly photo albums - my car was stolen and not found for four weeks. During that time, the car had been stripped and exposed to the weather, and although I got the albums back, most of the photos had been ruined by rain. Another slice gone. Sometimes I think of a photo from my teenage years that I should have had, and realise that it was probably somewhere in the sticky mess of congealed cardboard and plastic that had to be thrown away. |
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03 May 07 - 01:10 PM (#2042411) Subject: RE: BS: A Sailor's Wallet From: artbrooks Ah, shaddup, Liz. This may not mean much to the non-USians among us, but...the last year the Brooklyn Dodgers played the New York Yankees in the World Series (1956, I think - I was 9), I had a complete set of baseball cards for both teams. When the Series was over, I fastened the cards to my bicycle with clothespins and rode all over the neighborhood until they totally disintegrated. Those cards would probably have paid for my college education and my first car, with money left over. |
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03 May 07 - 03:16 PM (#2042552) Subject: RE: BS: A Sailor's Wallet From: Charmion One day during the summer of 1993, I took off the lapis-lazuli signet ring I had inherited from my father, put it in the pocket of my skirt, and proceeded to pot up six tuberous begonias. An hour later, I reached into the pocket and there was no ring; it was gone. During that hour, I was working in the garden at the front of the house; over the next several days I damned near tore down the front porch and dug up the garden but the ring was really, truly gone. Somehow, I just don't like tuberous begonias all that much any more. |