The Cherished Blogfest 2015: My Baseball Cap

cherished-blogfest-badge3When the Cherished Blogfest came to my attention, I realized my entry had already been written. I wrote it a while back, a simple, silly, humor essay about my baseball cap.

The challenge was to write about one of my cherished objects and having an essay on hand let me off the hook. I didn’t have to explain to all the other cherished (but jealous) objects why I did not pick them.

My wife: “How come you didn’t write about me?”

Me: “Because it was supposed to be about an object. Should I objectify you?”

My wife: “Nice try, buster.”

It works better this way. Now all I have to say is “You know how lazy I am, I just went with something I had.”

But that is not true (sorry dear), I felt that I had said something in the essay about cherishing and how commercial culture entices us to throw away the things we love.

I won’t go into all that here. You will have to read the essay for that… but before you do, I want to thank the writers who put this blogfest together and to encourage you to explore the writings of its participants.

See My Baseball Cap

Author: Almost Iowa

www.almostiowa.com

35 thoughts on “The Cherished Blogfest 2015: My Baseball Cap”

  1. I’ve had exactly one baseball cap in my life. It was lime green, and when I discovered that Snap-On was stocking a lime green ratcheting screwdriver that matched it perfectly — well, I was quite something down on the dock, let me tell you. Then, the screwdriver went overboard, Snap-On wasn’t making them in lime green any more, and I put the cap away. It languished in a drawer until it went to Goodwill or somewhere. I just couldn’t bear to wear it.

    But I especially liked your larger points in the essay: especially the truth that most cherished objects are incarnations of memory. When I look around my house, it’s not classy in any decorator’s sense, but everywhere I look, I see a part of myself.

    1. “but everywhere I look, I see a part of myself”

      That may be truer than you think.

      There is a wonderful novel by the Irish writer Brian O’Nolan titled “The Third Policeman” in which he plays with the physics of two objects exchanging matter. In the case of the novel, it is a policeman and his bicycle. In some small way, the policeman becomes the bicycle and the bicycle becomes the policeman. So you see, it is more than just incarnations of memory we share with our cherished object. 🙂

  2. I thought you were going to write (again) about your lawn tractor. The cap is a great choice. I have lost a couple of special caps, so I need to go with something that is more permanent. Thanks for joining us in this blogfest.

  3. Oh yeah, I remember your beloved cap. If it holds dreams it can’t be tossed fir they are the future. Luckily our heads don’t change size like our bodies. It was a sad day when I had to face the fact (not the mirror) that my ‘forever favs’ could grace a hangar but no longer my hips. *snif*

    1. I have special drawer for my old event t-shirts. They speak of marathons, five mile swims and bike rides across the state. Those days are gone. Now all I do is walk with Scooter. Still it is hard to part with them.

      1. I understand. Sometimes we wonder if it was really us that experienced all those ‘glories’, and clothing is a good marker of validation. Earlier chapters of ourselves but very much part of the book.

  4. My wife and I already have the pact that MPR suggested…one new hat/shirt/pair of shoes/whatever in the door, one to the curb. It keeps the clutter at bay, but makes for some agonizing decisions. And it should be noted that we instituted this rule AFTER we were done having children.

    1. We have talked about a similar agreement, though we modified it a bit. The proposal was: one new item in/two old items out. At that rate, we will clear our closet by 2072.

    1. I have a massive collection too, or so she says. I still don’t know why I can’t find a cap when it is raining. I grown used to not asking her. Whenever I do, she finds one within arm’s reach. Why is that?

  5. Terrific post on your old baseball cap and you’re right about the past , dreams and everything something like an old worn can mean and symbolize. I have a few things like that also and I intend to keep them until I’m no longer around to dig them out..:) well said.

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