The Past comes Home....

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~