When I was a kid my big brother wore a leather bracelet on his wrist. It was very much like the one pictured here to the left. I thought that bracelet was so cool, probably because it was on my brother and I knew he was cool.

Harold would sit on Gram’s living room floor between the heat vent and the record player with a stack of 45 rpm records at his side.  He would spin the records and sing.  I would sit on his lap or lean against his side and listen to his voice rumble from his chest.  Those are some of my most favorite and cherished moments from childhood.

I just recently came across a website featuring a multitude of leather bracelets, including this one very much like my brother’s.  I have it bookmarked and I am very tempted to order it.  It won’t bring those days back of sitting on my big brother’s lap and thinking that all is right with the world, but it might remind me to revisit those precious memories more often.

Hey big brother, I love you.

About the author

Quilly is the pseudonym of Charlene L. Amsden, who lives in the Pacific Northwest and is currently working on writing the next great American novel. You may visit her writing blog at http://charlene-amsden.com.

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