A Box Full of Memories

 It all started with the search of a recipe! 

I knew I had stored it away somewhere since I didn't use it. Well, let's just say I thought I knew! 

So, I put a pillow on the floor, eased my titanium knees down on that pillow, bent over and pulled out three plastic storage boxes I had once shoved under my bed.

                        That recipe had to be in there!!

Getting up from the floor was a struggle but I made it. 

Two whole days later, my bed covered in a mess, I am finally convinced that I no longer have that recipe! 

Oh well, it set me on another adventure. One box had a bunch of 'keepsakes' in it and I photographed each one, documented them and then stored them back 'under the bed'. My kids aren't going to know where that stuff came from, how much it meant to someone, how it connected to our family.

                             They will know now!! 

I rediscovered some really neat things. Like the V-Mail from World War II that I had received when I was 10 years old from a friend fighting in Italy. 

My husband's barbering tools he used to cut sailors hair to make extra money when we first got married back in the '50s.

A tin car that my little brother played with before his death in 1931 (before I was born). He was 3 years old.

My granddad's shaving brush (he died in 1949)

The tie that I wore with my high school band uniform 1949

And, so much more. There are so many memories tied up in that box. I hope my children enjoy and appreciate my keepsakes as much as I do. It's hard to tell these days how kids view the past. But, I see interest growing in each of them as they get older themselves. It will mean something I am sure.