I received a somewhat startling box in the mail recently, I
say startling because it was a blast from the past. Even though I’m barely 51
years young my family is gone having followed each other in just under three
years time. So it was with shock, melancholy, a few tears and laughter I dug
through my box.
My parents divorced when I was ten so I didn’t realize there
were still any pictures of them together. Yep, this is my Mom and Dad
looking happy and way, way to young to have just been married in 1955. I say way to
young because my Mom was 17 and my Dad was 20, they looked so happy and the
sterling frame is in fabulous condition.
The guy on the left is my Dad's Dad, my Grandpa Lester my Grandma, his
wife, had passed three years prior. The very young and hip looking woman on the
right is my Mom’s Mom, my Grandma Dorothy. We won’t go into her marital status
but lets just say she enjoy men and married over and over and over again. (Why is it I don’t remember my Dad having
dumbo ears….wholly cow someone should have stapled those things down!)
There’s Dear ole Dad and judging by his ears they must have
stapled those bad boys back at some point. (Or else his neck falling down yanked them back.) How do you like those pants and
white shoes? This picture must be from the 70’s and boy did my Dad sport that
flat top a long time. I don’t think I ever recall him having a different
hairstyle.
A year after my parents married along came my brother Jeff
and looking at his picture from when he was 10 the ear thing ran with the males
in our family. (Thankfully my ears layback very nicely thank you.) My brother was
only three years older than me but at 48 an embolism took him suddenly. You just never know when your number is up so enjoy each day.
There was a small packet that turned out to be a bunch of
letters written in the sixties from my Grandpa Lester to his new wife. Cute he
called Geneva his little half and that’s why I could only bring myself to read
one letter. There was this feeling of being voyeuristic and I couldn’t bring
myself to go there.
Oddly enough with fifty or so letters only a few had been
open. They wrote each other back and forth but odd they never opened the
letters.
I never met my Dad’s Grandparents, my great grandparents but
now I have a piece of them, their silverware. It’s mostly all there and silver
plate but it’s still pretty. I hope once I go through rest of the pictures I
find a picture of my great-grandparents, wouldn’t that be a hoot. Nothing like having
four generations come knocking at your door huh? Have you had any surprises
lately from your past?
I hope you all enjoy your week!
~Debra~
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