I kept my tins. In them I kept my treasures. Collecting things that didn’t cost me anything except a toffee or two and became a source of pleasure. For a long time the tobacco aroma lasted until it was overcome by the smell of dirty marbles, brass bullet cases and stones I thought precious. In time and with constant use, my tins generally lost all their artwork colour rendering them shiny from being inside my school shorts. I always rattled.
I still collect things. Without pressure a theme comes about by accident. Collections are personal, perhaps with no value to anyone else. The collector derives warmth inside and a smile. Things I collect now include dog sleds. Most model dog sleds have been presents given to me from Jennifer after her travels to other parts of Greenland; model sleds from Tasiilaq, Ilulissat and Qaanaaq.
|Dog team (fan hitched) and sled carved from caribou antler.|
|Dog team (tandem hitched) explorer toy.|
|A stack of my old sleds topped with a white floe edge boat.|
The photos below show a chair (sled stern), tables (sled middle) and a desk (sled prow) in our house.
One day Jennifer and I will have a bigger house and more sleds will come inside. And perhaps one day I shall make a double bed from two sleds side by side, by which time more sled models will be hanging from the ceiling.
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|Some of the model sleds hanging from our ceiling.|