memories come in different forms
September 7, 2007
This summer I had to put away all my disability paraphernalia [personal belongings] because my Not Dead Yet button and Crip Pride banner weren’t going to really be appropriate for the workplace, even if I was working for the biggest congressional disability rights champion out there. *smile* I rebelled against office policy on ADA Day (hey, it’s ADA Day…) and pinned a huge button to my bag that Mrs. Dart gave me as a gift. Now that button is in a frame as it’s from the signing of the ADA 17 years ago.
I finally got around to pinning all my stuff back on all my bags today. It was kind of ceremonious: I thought of people who gave me the buttons, places where I got them, and what they stand for. With each button and each memory, I have grown. So much has happened just in this past year— who knew a round two inch piece of paper could create so many memories. I wonder if people feel this strongly about shot glasses and matchboxes?
I’m excited about what I’ll collect over this next year.
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Peter Squire | September 9, 2007 at 8:03 pm
Interesting thought… The stuff stand for more than just what is stated, but also for memories…And sometimes that is all that we have to share and reflect on where we have been and where we are going…Hoping the collecting and you continue to grow…
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Heather | September 13, 2007 at 11:32 pm
wow. what an amazing blog you have here. I’m so happy to have found it!!!