I tipped over the bag. What memories came spilling out!
I saw evidence of The Boy:
And Lovely Daughters #1 and #2:
Lots of round things--beads, marbles, mini basketballs, and such:
Some of the jewelry they wore while spending hours happily playing Dress-Up:
Wands from the bottles of bubbles I blew for them until they were old enough to do it themselves. And puzzles! We built many a puzzle together as a family. The children called the little green turtle...Gertrude? Mildred? I used to toss her in the pool and let the children dive down to retrieve her:
I have no idea why I saved such odd bits and bobs, but I'm so glad I did. It's like a time capsule of their childhood days:
It makes me smile, seeing all these funny little things. They are evidence of the love that saturated our lives. And the happiness, too:
When my parents were alive, they used to keep lots of little toys and playing cards and games for their grandchildren in the drawer of this little end table:
Kids, when you come home, go to your Great-Grandpa Ramsay's table.
Your childhood memories are waiting for you there!
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