Treasures are not always things of great value. In fact in my experience that is rarely the case. One example is my needle tin. I have had it for about
thirty five years and I treasure it greatly.
Every October half term my then husband and I would debate where to go for our last half term holiday before Winter set in. We had this discussion every year and mostly in the end we settled on Venice - our favourite place on earth.
This particular year as we waited in the Departure Lounge at Heathrow who should walk in but some friends from Wales - also Venice bound for half term. Such a surprise - and a pleasant one too.
We went our separate ways each day but usually met up for supper somewhere in the evening. In fact one evening my friend queued at La Fenice (not long before it burnt down) for tickets to see The Shanghai Opera Company - a memorable evening that was.
Whilst we were there it was my Hallowe'en birthday and my friend bought me this little oval tin of chocolate pastilles. I remember we shared them at the theatre and had a wonderful evening.
I kept this charming little tin as a storage tin for my large darning needles and I have used it ever since.
About five years after giving me the tin my friend committed suicide. I never knew what drove her to such lengths but it has made the tin one of my most treasured possessions.
When I finally shuffle off this mortal coil I expect the tin will be thrown away - it will have no significance to anyone remaining. The memory of that birthday in Venice will disappear along with the tin.