I got this little souvenir in January when I went to Hawaii. A mini beach scene - black sand beach. Not quite the same thing as hearing the ocean and feeling the sand between my toes, but it's a good memory of warmer days. And isn't that what souvenirs are for-to remember were you where when you got the trinket? They are a tangible photo, sort of speak. Over the years I have collected this and that, items to remember moments in time. The novelty of souvenirs is becoming less appealing to me as the years go by. When I was very young, I collected the 12-inch pencils that were about an inch thick with pictures of a state's bird, flower, capital city and some landmark the state was famous for. I remember I had a pink one from Minden, Nebraska when we visited Pioneer Village, and a yellow one from Mount Rushmore. One of my friends had a grandmother that collected spoons for her. She also had a spoon holder case to display them. Another friend collected cups and saucers. My mom collected plates. If what you collect tells something about you - I wonder what pencils would say about me? Or kaleidoscopes? I have several of those. For now, I'll stick with my mini beach - tells me I'm wanting warmer weather.
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