Binyak!
Empty bucket, an old Norwegian word my grandparents and mother used whenever a brain fart occurred in the wild. At least that’s what they told me.
I was simply changing the oil in my vehicle today when I saw an empty bucket and this memory of my mom telling me about the Norwegian word popped into my head. That got me thinking about the empty bucket and that reminded me of a time when as a skinny ass kid I got stuck in a large bucket. I was folded up like a cheap tent and if my memory serves me then I recall my uncle having to pull me out by the shoulders as my mom yanked on the bucket from the back.
I haven’t thought of that memory in years. So what made it pop up suddenly? Artifacts hold memory and the sight of that object dusted off some old cobwebs of mine buried deep in the tower of lore within my mind. From that original thought I went on to consider the toys that filled that bucket. They were from when my mom was a kid and so they seemed almost “vintage” to me at that time. Each generation of human interact with new artifacts and create their own unique memories with the items they use at that stage in time.
Consider for a moment the similarities and differences in the memories that a person who played with Barbie’s in the 80s would have in comparison to a modern Barbie user.
What do you think??
Here’s my take: While the artifact remains the same, the memories will be unique to the direct experience of the person playing with the toy.
So what memories do we store away in the rest of the material items we lug around with us?
I hope to explore more about how material items can be used as catalysts to uncover forgotten memories and the experiences which they are rooted in.
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