This morning while searching through keepsake boxes, I found a good memory.
I was about seven years old and my sister, Tricia, five when I noticed an order form in a package of quilt batting for a booklet. For all of fifty cents – postage paid, it came close to our little budgets. My mom had been sick and in the hospital and I wanted to do something for her, so my sister and I decided to send away for the booklet. I know my dad helped to mail it for us and probably even paid for it.
I was so excited when it came and we gave it to her. I can still feel the awesome feelings I had. I also remember being fascinated with the book and looking through it.
Several years ago, (some 40 plus years later) my mom gave this back to me. She had kept it. Today, when I came across it among my other treasures, it was pleasant to just sit and remember for a bit.