The first time I had a collection was when I was about eight years old. My mother worked part time in a department store. Every payday she would bring home a ceramic dog. each one had a chain around it’s neck that had metal plate stating the breed. I still have them. Later on my plastic models of ships and airplanes formed a large collection displayed in my bedroom. I put a lot of myself into those but they disappeared over the years.
I have always been a voracious reader and collector of books. They are not just a momentary exercise in symbolic recognition. If I like a book I want to keep it. I like having plenty of reference works at hand. Some books are kept as a result of an appreciation of an attractive, well crafted, binding. I have always felt at home in libraries and it seems completely natural to make one a part of the home.
Because of dramatic changes in my life I no longer possess some of my collections. I used to have a selection of hand thrown pottery. Ceramic birds that decorated an antique fireplace surround. There was also about a hundred bookmarks old and new. I am fascinated by navigation and collected maps and plotting tools. Anything old and related to aviation caught my eye. My coolest collection ever was an assembly of pilot’s wings. They came from airlines, aircraft manufacturers, pilot’s organizations, the military and some old radio show premiums. The whole lot were kept displayed on a ball cap that had wings on each side. It was given to me as a gift from a friend when I got my pilot’s license in 1984. I sold the whole hat to a dealer in militaria at a time when I was jobless and the family needed food.
I don’t have huge regrets about the loss. I don’t make idols of these things. That would be blasphemous. Besides I learned one thing sitting at hundreds of auctions: If you don’t get the winning bid today there will be another chance eventually. Very few things are so unique that another won’t come around again sometime.
In their time all these things meant something special to me and I had a lot of fun hunting them down. I still prowl around always on the lookout for a pair of wings, a rare book, or a beautifully drawn and lithographed map. As I look on this listing I see some of my personal history, my interests, and a glimpse into who I am.
What do you like to collect? What does it mean to you and what does it tell other people? Gather your goodies and thrill in the hunt. You can’t “take them with you” but you can enjoy them while you are here.