In the aftermath of Superstorm Sandy and its destruction of life and property, I felt awkward desiring to write about an old keepsake that I was able to take out it its dusty little box after 32 years and bring back to life. However, after reflecting upon its significance, I realized that it was not the object itself, but what it represented and the myriad of feelings it prompted. So for those who have lost sentimental items, please realize it is the memories, not the physicality that truly brings meaning.

You see, a few days ago, I traveled to my college alma mater and took my tiny gold and pearl sorority pin and placed it above my daughter's heart in the same room, with the same words that I stood and heard 32 years before. Truly, a successful surprise. As I hid waiting for her name to be called, I rubbed my finger over the pearls as multitude of memories flooded my mind. When I lived there, the sorority had one telephone and an antiquated board for messages. But technology and conveniences had no place in this hot old basement room filled with ambitious young women. I know the furthest thing in their minds is being able to pin their daughters, but for those women who are lucky and able to do so, I hope their hearts melt and eyes tear up with as much love and pride as mine did that rainy fall morning.

By the same token, even if I did not have my original pin and used a substitute pin, it would not have altered the event's significance or sentimentality. We can replace even treasured items which can become even more memorable keepsakes. It is the stories, events and context which are the real treasures.

Written by Gail Shaps

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