But what about the other things some of us (me) save?
I spent most of yesterday cleaning up my desk. It's an old secretary that belonged to my grandparents and I had allowed mail and odds and ends to accumulate on it till things were hurling themselves to the floor.
The secretary has all sorts of wonderful pigeonholes and little drawers which have enabled my pack rat tendencies to an alarming extent. But I come by it honestly.
Exhibit A: These two tattered pieces of newspaper from 1935 were in one of the drawers. There, along the left edge in the upper picture is my grandmother's handwriting.
"Do not destroy," she warns.
Why? Was it the cheap wool sweaters? The roguish Miss World Series? What made her want to save these unremarkable bits? This is all there was and I've shown both sides, just in case something eluded me.
As I continued to excavate the ephemera stored in my secretary, I found other things equally puzzling -- like this picture of an unknown young girl. On the back it says CAMP YAKEWA, 5-16-64.
In '64 I was a bride of a year, living on a Marine Corps base with my husband and teaching 6th grade in the base school. Did one of my students give me this? Heaven help me, I haven't a clue.
Why have I saved it? Good question.
Then I found this score card from some long ago game one (or both) of my boys were playing. I know why I saved it. It cracks me up. Back in the drawer it goes to delight me at some time in the future.
This, though, is the gem of today's collection. Written by a late friend of mine on the occasion of her 70th birthday, it has everything I need to know as I inch toward 70 myself. Do click on the picture to biggify -- it's worth reading, no matter what your age.
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