I love Abraham Lincoln. I love the man and the myth. When I was little, I wished that he would haunt my house. Weird??? Yup!
Also, I’m from Illinois and it’s kinda what we do.
Around 7 or 8 years old, at a garage sale in Oquawka, Illinois, I found a small, brass bust of Mr. Lincoln. It was also a pencil sharpener. I always thought Lincoln would’ve liked the practicality of the object. I loved my mini bust and he was displayed proudly in my room. As I would walk out the door, I’d rub his nose for good luck. Somewhere between Illinois and Florida, he disappeared. poof.
I hope someone found him and loved him as much as I did.
But you know how you think back and wonder what is real and what is made up? Did I really own a bust or Lincoln? Do they make such a thing? It was so long ago, maybe I dreamed it.
When I start to doubt nostalgia (which is healthy), I turn to ebay. Did I really have a stuffed animal that rolled into a ball? (yup). Did I make this up, or did I own a doll with my name? (There is totally a Loni doll). Did I really sneak down stairs and see Santa? (Sadly, no). Was there a weird movie about and alien that looked like a naked burn victim, who only drank coke products and was a dancing bear at the ONLY good McDonalds party that I’ve ever seen? (Sadly, yes). But as time goes on, it’s hard to decipher between reality and what you talked yourself into believing is reality. Also, the 80s were pretty messed up. Thanks for clearing that up, internet.
I like to take Tiny Lincoln with me to places, mostly just for photo ops. It’s not like a weird attention thing like wearing a tail. He’ll be traveling with me as I explore Central Florida. We know the Lincoln Memorial–it’s fun to take the iconic image of him to places…like a nerdy flat stanley project. Except he’s 3 dimensional and the greatest President ever, and I’m not in 2nd grade.