#8: Collections (of collections)
Endlessly endeavoring to re-purpose history, do take notice of my favorite all-purpose rainy day carryall:
This here is a WWII aviator’s flight bag, once the property of Brigadier General James H. Thompson, United States Air Force (b. 1916, d. 1986).
Here is a photo of General Thompson (then a Lieutenant Colonel) in 1945 in Guam.
Today his flight bag is my farm market companion, and an authentic alternative to the ho hum green-bags on the shoulder of every environment conscious New Yorker. Pepper in some imagination with that consciousness.
And, as it were, 60+ years of dirt and debris co-mingling with the food I eat! Makes me tough, keeps me healthy. Likely the sturdiest sack I’ve ever had my hands on, it’s perfect for carrying pounds upon pounds of comestibles.
Wearing this bag on my wrist feels like the equivalent of dragging a lumberjack boyfriend along on a shopping trip for the perfect dollhouse or pink feathered boa. This bag has seen the world, seen danger, and illustrated courage in the line of duty. Now that I have my paws on it, I hope it can learn to enjoy a cushy, girlish retirement.
And the long, rewarding journey of spending hours finding our way through a wet and illuminated Central Park.