Tuesday, November 28, 2017

BOXES

Today I am going to start combining my two blogs. For so long I have not been back into this one . But, thanks to Blogger, that will now be possible. The other one was my first and more on the serious side and "Coffee" was more for fun. "Today With Pokie". I loved this one so and was so afraid it had been stolen and I would never see it again, but Blogger has offered me a chance to set up a domain and try and get all my thoughts in one place. So here I go....
It's amazing how we collect so many things in our lives. Some things are ever so tiny and some huge. Everytime we travel to a new home, we carefully take these precious items along with us. I have done this all my life. I guarded them from chips and cracks yet never realized that these little memories meant nothing to others around me. They accumulated money value in some cases, but nothing huge. So I found the right boxes and marked the instructions for where they were to go on the outside and started filling.
For me it was, possibly silly things.....A granddaughters favorite baby shoes or a great-grandmother"s hand delivered vase that she had hand painted. One by one they make their way to the boxes. The odd part is I have carried some of these with me for 65 years or more and they are in better shape than me. My hope is that someday my grandkids will feel that special tingle in their fingers when they touch something so very old and are able to let it tell it's story for the following years.
I am learning what it is to be OLD. My kids generation have too much to do to listen to an old lady jabber and carry on. My older grandkids know I feel they have a lack of needed respect for someone who has been through so much . But I do realize, unless you run a history museum or sell antiques these boxes have questionable value.
Where does love fit into the scheme of these boxes? What box do you open at thirty and know love will pour out? Will you understand just holding that little pair of shoes how they made me smile and sometimes cry? When I am finally put in a box with instructions on the side, will someone remember me with good thoughts and say, "but grandma said" .....and look in those boxes and smile? Just remember one thing at whatever year those boxes are opened, this crazy lady loved you one and all...love Pokie

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