Anybody here collect things that they really wasn't trying to, but wound up collecting anyway?
I know, that sounds kinda silly, but I have a collection of certain items, that just kinda started one day without me even realizing it did.
The year was 1980. I was in the fifth grade, and we had just finished lunch, and were on the playground. The bell rang and we all filed in back to our classroom...ho-hum.
As I walked in to sit down, I noticed there was a little red book on every student's desk. I sat down and looked at mine, and it said New Testament/Psalms Proverbs.
Our teacher, Mrs. Perkins told us that the Gideons came and missed us, because we were at recess, but left us all a pocket bible. At 11-12 years old, I didnt know (nor care) too much about God's word, but I knew well enough not to just throw it away, so I kept it.
Fast forward about 25 years...
I start work at Seminole State College campus police in 2005. One night, I was locking up and I walked through the student union and I see a little green Gideons pocket bible just like my red one that I still had. So I picked it up and put it in my pocket.
A few weeks later, I spotted an orange one...then a blue one...then a white one. Before I knew it, I had about 7 or 8 of em. I always heard that if you have three or more of a particular item, that makes you officially a collector.
Here's my modest collection today.
I've researched them and each color means something. Like the white one is dedicated to nursing, orange for sidewalk distribution, brown for county jail gifts. I don't know how some of the different colors wound up at the college, but that's where I got them all.
Except my three camo ones. The army ACU was given to me by my son in law while he was stationed at Fort Riley, Kansas 12 years ago. The navy digital I received from my niece who just signed up for another 4 years in the US Navy. And she also gave me the desert camo one, she found it in a thrift shop in San Diego where she lives. Those three probably mean more to me than any of the others.
Besides the red one.
Sorry for the novella.
I know, that sounds kinda silly, but I have a collection of certain items, that just kinda started one day without me even realizing it did.
The year was 1980. I was in the fifth grade, and we had just finished lunch, and were on the playground. The bell rang and we all filed in back to our classroom...ho-hum.
As I walked in to sit down, I noticed there was a little red book on every student's desk. I sat down and looked at mine, and it said New Testament/Psalms Proverbs.
Our teacher, Mrs. Perkins told us that the Gideons came and missed us, because we were at recess, but left us all a pocket bible. At 11-12 years old, I didnt know (nor care) too much about God's word, but I knew well enough not to just throw it away, so I kept it.
Fast forward about 25 years...
I start work at Seminole State College campus police in 2005. One night, I was locking up and I walked through the student union and I see a little green Gideons pocket bible just like my red one that I still had. So I picked it up and put it in my pocket.
A few weeks later, I spotted an orange one...then a blue one...then a white one. Before I knew it, I had about 7 or 8 of em. I always heard that if you have three or more of a particular item, that makes you officially a collector.
Here's my modest collection today.
I've researched them and each color means something. Like the white one is dedicated to nursing, orange for sidewalk distribution, brown for county jail gifts. I don't know how some of the different colors wound up at the college, but that's where I got them all.
Except my three camo ones. The army ACU was given to me by my son in law while he was stationed at Fort Riley, Kansas 12 years ago. The navy digital I received from my niece who just signed up for another 4 years in the US Navy. And she also gave me the desert camo one, she found it in a thrift shop in San Diego where she lives. Those three probably mean more to me than any of the others.
Besides the red one.
Sorry for the novella.
