Remembering When. . .

by Lola Russell

When I sent my son on an errand upstairs to his attic, I did not know he would be bringing me a treasure trove instead of what I sent him to find. He did not find the item that I sent him for. There were several boxes of things that they had stored for me when they moved into our house in Shreveport. He and Dianne lived there and I did not have room for all the stuff I had accumulated through the years, so he boxed it up and placed it upstairs for me until I could find time to sort through it.

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