Wednesday - 1956 arrives in a box

Today on my drive into work, I was thinking about the box that arrived on my doorstep this past Saturday, completely unexpected. The return address was that of my Aunt Florence, the wife of my father's oldest brother, Wayne. Since my father is not that close to this brother, I don't know Florence all that well. Certainly not well enough for her to send me a presents.

It turned out not to be a present so much as a box of mementos. I learned from the 6-page letter in the box that she had recently cleaned out an old trunk, in which she found a framed photograph of my parents on their wedding day and the graduation program from my father's college graduation. She thought I would like to have them, and so she sent them to me.

( My features before they were mine )