What does one do with the diplomas, the awards, the trophies when the recipient has passed away? Unless they are made of sterling silver or gold, they really arenâ€™t intrinsically worth anything except to those that earned them. In some cases, I suppose there would be sentimental value, say for a Best Actor Oscar, but at some point, your descendants may use an award as a doorstop, vase or defensive weapon. I was clearing through more stuff from my ancestors (a seemingly endless task) and came across this scrapbook of a 1960â€™s car rally. My dad and his team won that particular rally and the silver cup above was obviously the prize, along with an Omega Seamaster watch for each team member (do you get that subtle link? An Omega Seamaster is James Bondâ€™s watch of choice). However, the silver trophy and Omega Seamaster were nowhere to be found in his voluminous possessions.
What was amusing about the scrapbook was the newspaper advertisement announcing the rally â€“ it screams: 42 of the Worldâ€™s leading rally cars! 160 precision drivers and navigators! 3,000 kilometers through 21 Luzon provinces! 4 nights and 3 days of hard driving!… Then overleaf are several vintage photographs of the 42 of the worldâ€™s leading rally carsâ€¦what a gas! I think these were vintage automobiles even in 1967!!! But I jest. The car bug obviously runs pretty thick in our blood and conversations among my male siblings almost always switch to cars or races, and The Kid is a big F1 fan at 11 years old. In that particular rally, my dadâ€™s team raced in a VW Bug and they beat the second placer by a resounding margin. There were several press clippings in the scrapbook and one of them showed the paterâ€™s VW crossing a stream or flooded area and if you look closely, he is one of four folks in the car. You can imagine how strict our tests were before we were allowed to apply for a driverâ€™s licenseâ€¦