The Things We Treasure

Today’s Prompt: Tell us the story of your most-prized possession.

It’s the final day of the challenge already?! Let’s make sure we end it with a bang — or, in our case, with some furious collective tapping on our keyboards. For this final assignment, lead us through the history of an object that bears a special meaning to you.

A family heirloom, a flea market find, a childhood memento — all are fair game. What matters is that, through your writing, you breathe life into that object, moving your readers enough to understand its value.

Today’s twist: We extolled the virtues of brevity back on day five, but now, let’s jump to the other side of the spectrum and turn to longform writing. Let’s celebrate the drawn-out, slowly cooked, wide-shot narrative.


As a little girl, I was afraid of my bad dreams as we all are at one point in our lives.  I remember  my mother giving me this bear, and I remember being really excited about it.

She told me when she gave it to me that it was her bear when she was a little girl and that it was passed down to all her sisters and her from their mother, and so on back to my mothers grandmother, or My great-grandmother.

My mother was the last one to have it because even though she wasn’t the youngest, she was the last one to have children.  She told me that the bear had special powers that would take away all of my bad dreams, and only let me have good dreams.   She told me that it was called Guard Bear, and he would keep me safe at night while I was asleep.

20150502_084503The moment I got him I knew he was special.  He helped all of my aunts and uncle and my grandmothers and my mother.  How cool is that?  He is white and made by hand.  It wasn’t until many years later that I found out that my great-great-grandmother made him for my great-grandmother because she was having terrible night terrors, although at that time they didn’t really know that was the case.  He is beautiful.  He has chocolate stain on his arm from my mother when she was a child.

He is filled with tears and hugs from the best of children.  He is beautiful.  I am expected to pass him on, and as much as I don’t want to, I know that is was is expected of me.

When I was a little girl and my mother would tuck me into bed, she would hand him to me so we could pray together.  The prayer?

“Now I lay me down to sleep; I pray the lord my soul to keep.

If I should die before I wake; I pray the Lord my soul to take.

Matthew, Mark, Luke and John; God bless this bed that I lay on.

Amen, Thank you Jesus.”

20150502_084518I would hug him with my fingers interlocked in prayer and she would hug me.  When we were done and all tucked into bed she would place him in the corner next to my head.  And there he stayed, until morning light watching over me when I slept.  I love this bear.  When I got a little older, he needed some repairs, his arm had come off.  And mom told me that he got injured fighting off the bad dreams and needed to go to Guard Bear Hospital to get fixed up.  It didn’t last though.  After a couple of years other limbs started falling off and needed to be put back on.

He is and will always remain my guardian angel while I sleep, yes he still stays in the corner of the bed at night, just to make sure that nothing can harm me while I sleep.  I think he will always remain there, until I have a little one to pass it along to.  My brother never needed him, so I got to keep him.  He hold’s a special place in my heart, right next to my mother.  And that is where he will remain, next to the woman who cared for me, just like he did while she was sleeping too.  During the day now he rests on my piano so my dog can’t get to him.  I would be horrified if she did.  When I was younger, before I would leave for school, I would tuck him into bed and tell him that now it was his turn to sleep.  He was real to me then, and is real to me know.

My Guard Bear, my sleeping Guardian Angel.


This class has been so eye-opening.  I have discovered an all new side to my writing.  I have really enjoyed this class.  Challenging?  Yes, but worth it!  Thank you for being apart of this journey with me….until next time!

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Mom’s Favorite Songs!

mom terry and iYesterday would have been my mother’s 61st Birthday.  So in honor of her, I have decided to share with you some of our favorite, Turn it up and roll down the windows songs.

Here’s To you Mom!


Don Mclean American Pie

Eagles Seven Bridges Road

Tina Turner What’s Love got to do with it