I spent a couple hours sorting through the rest of the cards that I found in one of the boxes my mom sent me from my grandfather’s house. I sent a lot of stuff to my brother, ditched a bunch, and I still have a small boxful. #
It was quite the nostalgic adventure to sift through the cards. Most of them were from between 1967 (my birth year) and 1973. Some of the highlights: #
> A sheaf of note papers on which my Grandma had written a journal of my week-long visit in Washington DC. # #
A bedtime story my dad wrote for me on hotel notepaper.
Birth announcements for my brother and me. Also congratulatory notes and cards.
Lots of subtle humor from my Grandpa. I know he just laughed to himself when he wrote to me about the “tit-mouse” he saw in the backyard.
Postcards from my mom and dad’s trip around the US & Mexico.
For all my desire to lighten my load and throw stuff away, I sure loved having the chance to look through these again. #