Today, while going through a drawer of stuff in our bedroom, I stumbled upon a long forgotten plastic bag. When I opened it I realized it was a bag of items from my childhood. Report cards from nearly every grade in school, booklets from graduations and even a bag of congratulatory cards that were sent to my parents when I was born. Wow!
Mixed in with my things were some items that belong to my other siblings that must have gotten mixed up with my things when Mom sorted through them. There's a newspaper article about a road race my older sister ran. A copy of my younger sister's report card. Newspaper clippings from when the oldest of my three brothers was sworn in as a police officer. Reports cards and newspaper clippings about another brother.
And this is what I love the most: the plans and pattern for a cradle that my youngest brother made for my daughter when he was in wood shop in high school. He was a junior in high school the year Meghan was born. He made her a cradle. I love that about him. His children used the cradle too and I hope he still has it. Because some day when Meghan has a baby, I would love her child to use it. There are other things from his childhood as well. This is news that I know will mean a lot to him because as the youngest of six there's not much history from his childhood. I suppose when you're in your 40's, and on child number six, you lose interest in documenting the days. I understand that as a parent but I always felt bad for Bill because of that. Well Bill, I have some things for you. It's not much but it's something. Next time we see each other, I'll bring them along. :-)
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