LeBlack
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Go down memory lane. Get out those old photo albums. Write a little note on the back of them or attach a notecard identifying the person (remember -someday, someone might be looking through them and say I wonder who that is.) Remember these names, relations and dates. Write our history to go forward someday. Search for our treasure boxes, sentimental mementos, what-knots and play-pretties from our parents or grandparents, letters, greeting cards, cherished memories from our children or ourselves as children. Pull them out from underneath our beds, in the back of our closets, attics, etc. Why are we keeping this stuff anyway? It was important enough to save. Wasn’t it? Why? As a memory to relive. Just as we save our keepsakes to pass along some day. Pass along these memories also. Write our memories on some pretty paper. Make new memories. Keep a journal. Enjoy these treasured moments now. What are we waiting on? Pull out that old vintage china, glassware and jewelry cases out of our hidey-holes, storage chests or boxes. Wash them up. Cook a special meal to celebrate these old dishes. Shine and polish up our picture frames. Replace the newer photos with older ones. Make a family wall collage. Start a scrapbook. Make a treasured memory box for someone you care about who’s been involved in your life.
I pulled out one of my own grandma’s treasure boxes. I found an old crossword puzzle book she gave me when I used to spend the weekends with her when I was around ten. She used to walk me down to the store and buy me Royal Crown sour cherries, lemon balls, teaberry and clove chewing gum. I can see her purple morning glories wrapped around her back door stair banister. She was a magical wizard at cryptograms. I could never figure out how she worked them. The letters didn’t make sense. She’d sit in that old rocking chair for hours watching “Peyton Place” and “Perry Mason”. Inside the crossword book were the written words: “Idle hands are the devil’s workshop.” There was an old antique mirrored vanity tray in this box. I started shining on that old thing with some vinegar and water. I kept seeing something that wouldn’t go away but the more I shined the golder it became. I started looking at it from different angles to figure out what the heck?” There were gold flecks inside the mirror made into the entire glass. I have a whole collection of vintage vanity trays. I got some more out and got busy shining. They are spit polished now but no more golden mirrors showed up. I just kept staring at the golden mirror trying to figure out if I was hallucinating. My husband and son walked by and asked me what I was doing. I asked them to look at all the trays and see if they noticed anything different. They both said hmmm. Wow, that is unique. My husband and I are true treasured junk collectors. Neither of us have seen anything like it. It does appear to be the oldest one I have. Most of them have a visible maker’s mark but I can’t make this one out. My daughter walked by later and has now officially claimed this particular collection as hers someday.
Thank you for this. Long, LONG ago, my Grandma wrote me letters with little pictures. I think she invented emoticons and would be very impressed with their advancement.
