Several years ago when I was visiting my dad, his wife decided to clean out the old garage at the back of their yard. A filing cabinet which apparently had been in my parents' house held, among other things, treasure! For instance, all four of Mom's high school yearbooks were there, and since Dad attended the same school, a record of his high school years. All of her elementary school report cards and most of Dad's. File folders for each of us kids labeled "letters from Starr" or Cynthia, Mark, or John. Newspaper clippings, essays Mom wrote for classes at the community college, Dad's evaluations from his department head, bulletins, programs from concerts and plays...all kinds of delightful things that have given me more insight into both of my parents. I guess I come by this desire to keep memorabilia honestly.
This morning I packaged up the files of letters my brothers had sent our parents (between about 1973 and 1994) and mailed a box to each one. Letters from college, Air Force days in Germany, early married life, I hope they enjoy reviewing those days. And it removes a few more pounds of paper from my work room. 😀
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