I have always highly valued my girlfriends. I have been blessed over the years by having some pretty fantastic women cross my path, but Mary Breen is truly a one-of-a-kind. Mary is the most tech savvy person I know. This has really been great for me, because I didn't start to even try to figure all this techie stuff out until I was way on the downhill side of the learning curve. I met Mary because she helped me do a website re-vamp for my jewelry business several years ago. We got to be great friends, and she also taught me lots about PhotoShop and how to use DreamWeaver to make minor updates on my website. We always find a way to help each other out….with just about everything. Today Mary needed a photo of herself at the Music City Boxing Gym. Working out there is her new passion. So, we took the photo and then came back to my house to work on it. And then, Mary helped me with some things I've been trying to do with my blog. The thing I like about having Mary help me with computer stuff is that she never acts like a smart ass about knowing so much. She is patient, and she never makes me feel stupid. She doesn't use words I don't understand and she knows how to explain things to me in plain English. She's also fun to hang out and have a glass or two of wine on the porch with, which is exactly what we did after we were both satisfied that we had had a productive day.
Project Attic continues. I am overwhelmed with the panorama of memories. Today I discovered dozens of poems I wrote in college (quite pretentious–what if e.e. cummings and T. S. Elliot had a child?), many, many photos (hundreds, and I edited by looking at each and every one), a box of amazing treasures, including some really beautiful antique evening bags, and my “hunting knife” from my canoeing days. Also, several pictures of my friend Gail Larsen and I battling the white-water rapids during that period. That was one of the best times of my life. I had moved out of a repressive and emotionally abusive marriage. It was the mid-seventies and the Women’s Movement was in full swing. And I loved it. Nothing suited me better than discovering my physical strengths and my abilities to function in a single capacity. My world was turned upside down quite a few times because the 1960’s (my twenties) and the 1970″s (my thirties) were two crazy decades, the likes of which I haven’t seen since. I started out in the early 1960’s as one person and ended up by the mid-’70’s as another. Absolutely nothing had turned out the way I thought it would.
I should add a little side trail here to tell you how I acquired this knife. I had taken a year off from working, without really thinking about how I would manage for cash. I saw a classified ad for “a real go-getter who wanted to make $$$ in sales,” and decided to give it a try. The job was selling Cutco knives, door to door. Well, that didn’t last long and I used any money I would have made during my brief career to pay for the knife samples I had to buy. At some point early on I got some sort of “prize” just to keep me motivated. I had a choice of what I wanted and I decided to go for the big guy you see in the photo. Cutco has a selling motto, “A knife for every purpose and a purpose for every knife.” So, the purpose for this knife was most likely to scale fish and do butched-up campground type things, but for me, the purpose was 100% fashion accessory.
I have always been a person prone to expressing where I am on the inside by what I wear on the outside. For this phase of my life I cut my hair short, wore hiking clothes and boots, and wore that knife on my belt whenever possible. I never actually cut anything (or anyone) with it, but it sure made a statement. Gail thought it was quite funny and made great mirth about it. In fact, I was going through a huge identity crisis at the time and the knife was very symptomatic of my plight.
She and I met because she had an employment agency and I was looking for some sort of (I really didn’t care what) change. That new job didn’t happen but she and I bonded because she was looking for a canoeing partner and I was game (I was game for just about anything). Since neither of us had a very satisfying male-female relationship going at that time there was a fairly long period that we would strap the canoe on top of the vehicle and head out every week-end for a river and a campground. We became amazingly proficient at white water canoeing. Our ability to paddle tandem in some pretty rough water even impressed the guys on the trips. I met Fred towards the end of our canoeing days. (Truth be told, that probably hastened the end for me). I have no doubt that the growth of self-confidence that I gained from white-water canoeing prepared me to finally have a healthy, happy, equal romantic relationship with another person.
I wouldn’t trade those river runs for anything. Finding that knife really did bring back some pretty special memories. There were many other phases of my life that I saw in the rear-view mirror today, all triggered by the things I chose to keep over the years. I imagine that when I am much older than I am now I will look through these things again, along with other things I’ll add along the way, and enjoy my memories. I have been tossing out the photos and things that bring back painful memories to me. I am definitely throwing away more things than I am keeping, and while I can’t believe I actually wore it, I sure am glad I kept that knife.