I went for a walk through Memory Lane today. I found some boxes in my closet. In it were old family relics.
My great-great grandfather’s World War One helmet was the first thing I saw.
There was also my grandmother’s surgical gear when she was a nurse in the local hospital, and countless heirlooms I can’t possibly list all of which.
Then, I got to the one that sparked the most memories: My grandfather’s collecting hobby.
Every day since January 1st, 1949, he collected ties with funny designs and wore them to work.
Some had cats, or snakes or air planes. He had close to 100 by the time he died several years ago.
I remember as a kid how much I loved them, he had stories of what happened to him while.he wore those ties.
He had an awesome memory and was good at telling stories.
When he passed, he left them to me. I couldn’t keep all 100, and I also gave some to my cousins, but I decided to keep the ties that were his absolute favourites: his chicken pattern ties.
One day, he wore his first chicken tie when he met my grandmother. From then, he collected more chicken ties to remind him of her. I wear them every now and again, as well.
Thanks for reading this. I like to talk about them, but all my friends act weird when I tell them about my granddad’s Hen Tie collection.