In light of last week and the four weeks prior of never having personal time to relax, I did absolutely nothing this weekend. I had three glorious days to be bummful. (I did rearrange my living room, but I was getting ansy doing nothing.)
A box full of my grandmother's letters, written by my grandfather, arrived last week. I need to open and find a place to store them. I am not sure if I am ready to read them. I read some of their love letters in December and cried. I don't think I am ready to go there again.
The box has some papers in it declaring the end of WWII and President Kennedy's assassination in the Saturday Evening Post; the picture by Norman Rockwell. I am not sure what to do with these. I know they must be preserved somehow. I guess plastic sleeves?
The ads are funky: Ribs in a Can, Old Grand-Dad 100 Proof Bourbon.
For now, I am putting the papers back in the box.
5 comments:
Glad to have you back!
I don't know if I could handle reading letters from my grandfather to my grandmother. He was a pretty cool cat and it's strange not having him around.
Have ya, checked out Lily Allen yet? I think you might like her ...
Go to a craft store - like Michael's - and get acid free sleeves. You could also place them in a simple (old fashioned) scrap book with acid free (double stick) tape.
You don't have to put pictures in a scrap book to have memories.
I agree with rennratt. Perhaps, you should purchase an engraved box of some sort for your grandparents letters?
whatever you do, if it's not marked with a name and date or some identifying info, find a way to do that. Too much gets lost in the "oh I'll remember that forever" part of our brains, and future generations won't have us around forever to find out stuff from.
That is pretty cool, that you have those letters.
How on earth do you fit ribs in a can?
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