I’m not really a collector of treasures – but I do tend to collect boxes, especially when I’m travelling. I like any mementos of a trip to be useful – and what could be more useful than a box? Unfortunately, I can never think of anything to put in the box, once I’ve got it home – so it becomes a useless ornament!
The “treasures” in the photo are as follows:
- A hammered pewter-topped box, with the initials “JB”, which my Dad made for his father, when he was at school. I love its simplicity.
- A 5 Millièmes piece that my Dad brought home from North Africa, where he was posted during WWII. As a kid, I used to wear it around my neck, on a piece of string.
- A medal which was given to me when I visited my German penfriend at the age of 15. Her father was the Schützenfest King that year, and he gave me the medal for helping stuff envelopes for an event he was organising. The inscription reads “Für besondere Verdienste” (for special services).
- An inlaid box that I bought in Granada, Spain, when I visited my friend one summer.
- A brightly coloured fan, given to me by a friend from the office in Madrid, when I used to travel with my IT job. The colours are typical of those worn by the women in Madrid, which look fabulous against their deep suntans.
- A square box, made of native woods from New Zealand, which I picked up while I was working in Auckland on an IT project. One of the woods is the slow-growing Kauri, which used to be very popular for building houses with, but is now very rare.