This Cherished Blogfest 2015, scheduled on July 24th to 26th, was organized for all Bloggers in Blogosphere to share memories, emotions, and information. What better way to read and comment on each other’s posts, get to know each other better, or make new virtual friendships.
1. Tell what our One Cherished Object is. 2. Post a picture of it if we like. 3. Tell why we cherish it. 4. Accomplish this below 500 words. The published blog would be our introduction link to other bloggers. Then we’d have time to go blog-visiting on the three days of the fest.
Cheers to Our Hosts
I’d say, let’s raise a virtual glass of wine (Californian, Greek, Spanish, Italian, South American, and all other blogosphere wine countries of the world), and thank our hosts for their hard work in creating this Cherished Blogfest to connect the worldwide community!
The Cherished Object
Significant Other thought I should choose “my old brain,” it’s gotten me this far without a lapse, gap, or missing parts. At this age it could be considered cherished, but not much fun to read about. Then I’d considered some close to cherished, long gone Treasured Objects – antique furniture, Italian artifacts, and abstract paintings. I know that’s a long shot! Anyway, a cherished object is at a much higher meaning level entirely. Cherished means to hold dear, feel or show affection for. An Object is something that when viewed stirs a particular emotion. Treasured means to collect and store up (something of value) for future use! So what’s long gone doesn’t fit. I had to include some thing(s) treasured because as a close tie to the cherished object, it fit perfectly. It’s a surprise at the end of this post. Think Before Sundown Welcome Page, mosaic tile! But! Wait! Don’t go there yet!
Here’s The To Hold Dear Cherished Object
In the end, this was a no-brainer, thinking like the Mom I’ll always be, no matter how old my “kids” are. The Cherished Object is small and flat. I can hold in my hand, put it in my purse or pocket, or use as a bookmark, and take it wherever I go. It’s red, white and blue, and two smiling little boys proudly stand in the middle. Yep, it’s a photograph of my two sons, Ted & Jeff, flying their American flags on the 4th of July years ago, when they were very young, and usually dressed alike.
This cherished photo I hold dear and love. It stirs up happy memories, and a few tears!
Treasured Family Photo Gallery