These are misc key rings. One is a little flashlight. That's cool but if you keep it in a little basket on your bedroom dresser it doesn't do much good. The key-shaped object with the chain is from that old purse the shoemaker ruined. The key says "Fossil" on it. It adorned the purse. I never used this adornment but for some reason I kept it for over ten years. Sigh.
The colorful keyring was a gift from my friend Tim. He brought it back from Ireland for me. Tim is number five of six children. I'm number two of six children. Both families are Irish Catholics. Years ago we decided we had the "same" father. His Dad did and said many of the things my Dad said and did. It must be genetic! In 1994 we were in Chicago together where we both were celebrating the completion of a professional designation. While there, Tim, Dave and I went to the Second City Comedy Club to see a show. They performed a skit that was hilarious and had Tim and me in tears. It was about the antics of a large family. It was my family; it was his family; it was every large, Catholic family.
I don't have any details about the other items. Gosh they meant a lot to me. I'm sure glad I've kept them.
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