My sisters and I have a lake home/cabin that my parents built back in the 50s. When our parents died, the property passed to us. As we cleaned out our childhood home, we sent photo albums and items that were family history to the cabin not knowing what treasures were there.
On Memorial weekend, one of my daughters and I were going through some old photos that my aunt had dropped off and somehow began looking at my Mother’s wedding book – appropriately titled—Orange Blossoms.
My mother and father’s courtship was unusual. My father was drafted near the end of WWII and was stationed near Gloucester England. Two days after arriving in England, he met my mother at a Red Cross dance on Christmas Eve. They dated until my father left for France in early April. Then they wrote for three years while he was in France, Germany, the Philippines and then finishing the last two years of college!
On June 26, 1948 she arrived in New York City for a vacation. My father was auditing for General Mills on the east coast and met her as she came off the boat. She traveled with him as he worked. In Pittsburgh on July 24th, they were engaged, and instead of a vacation, she and my father married on August 5th in Minnesota. Of course only my father’s relatives were at the wedding. My mother was an incredibly brave woman to leave everything familiar and come to the US to marry someone she hadn't seen for almost 4 years.
What we found as we explored her Bridal book was that some of the mementos she received as gifts when she left England, were scattered throughout the cabin. They were gifts given to her to remind her of England.Brasses depicting her 2 favorite Englishmen-Winston Churchill and William Shakespeare. A brass dinner bell that was always rung for meals at the cabin. And a warming pan-that used to hang next to the fire – but is now gone.
She also received a brass tray etched with Gloucester Cathedral.
All the things she talked about were always around the cabin—and I never realized how important they were to my mother. Reading her words was like bringing her back. I could hear the voice I still missed.
Do you have small treasures that mean a lot to you that you want to pass on to your heirs?