Object of Importance

Significance is defined in the dictionary as something that has the quality of being worthy. But not the worthy that adds up in monetary value, nor the worthy that counts the amount of coins something has in a physical value. War destroys this physical value; soldiers are replaced one by one, food and ammunition are resupplied on a daily basis. Life and death are not decided by some greenbacks with imprinted numbers. There comes a point where survival can no longer carry a price tag. Rather, an object's worth is determined by the memories that it instills because memories unlike anything else remain deep inside and cannot escape the network of pathways that run through our imagination.

A white mesh makes up the back before it carefully joins a more durable grey front with a cross section of stitching. All of it joins at one little button on the very top, of which a center ridge then extends down towards the front of the bill. The bill comes out at about medium length with six embroidered pieces of string, making an enclosed pen design on top. In the front, four white letters mark "SAGE" in a centered design. All together, the object has been my fishing hat for three years now. The hat carries the sweat from my brow after a long, hard day of fishing. It carries the hole of where a fishing hook was once lodged into the mesh when I misfired one of my casts. The velcro back carries memories of my little brother where he would readjust the size whenever he borrowed it. The simple fishing hat is a part of me.

I take the hat whenever I go as it reminds me of the summer: the 3 months of the year I get to spend with my family before going to boarding school in New Hampton. Although some people may want a picture that directly relates them to their family, I have a hat. My parents had been divorced for ten years. Up until a couple of years ago, the last time my entire family went fishing was when I was four years old. The hat symbolizes the memory of everything coming together. Not just fishing and the summer months that bring me back to my hometown of Anchorage, Alaska, but also my parents getting back together, reuniting our family. As I look out on my desk at the white mesh and hardened grey section coming together in a complete stitching as I write this, I can only think that no price tag will ever be attached to my hat.