So I don't have any farm tales to relate. Wanna hear how I'm doing at re-organizing the closets and cleaning under the bed? Ha, didn't think so. But while getting things back in order in the clothes closet, I drifted into musing about the places some of my shirts and socks have come from. You see, I've become a wearer of souvenir style t-shrts, that kind that say "I❤️ NY" or "Peggy Sue's BBQ". I've got shirts from Bejosh Farm, Stonehenge, the Eiffel Tower, the Grand Canyon, Maui, and dozens of other places. Each one of these shirts comes with a story, comes with loads of memories. Every time I wear them, I remember. I relive the feelings, the memories associated with where the shirt came from. They are just as good as looking at vacation photos, perhaps better. Photos get stored in a box in a closet, never to be looked at again for years. The t-shirts are worn on a regular basis. That's better.
Last week I was pleased to add another shirt to the closet. You see, some dear friends recently moved to Summerville Missouri. I've not been there, yet. But they sent us t-shirts from their local cafe. Wow, isn't that cool?!?! Though I have no idea what the Rusty Gate Cafe looks like, I do remember what my friends look like. Seeing these shirts will instantly bring back years of memories. I will be able to embrace their friendship once again, although by proxy. Summerville is a long distance away, but hopefully someday I'll be able to take these shirts there to visit their "birthplace". In the meantime, I'll wear them and remember our friendship.
When I see people wearing souvenir t-shirts, I often ask if the shirt has some meaning to them. Sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn't. But when it does, I'll often see a smile or a look in the eye that says the wearer is remembering.