Once I Was
One of the oddities of being the family guardian of photos and other memorabilia is that I keep coming across little surprises from the past. Fortunately most of them are pleasant. Tonight while going through some old cards and letters, I saw something slip out that I thought was a random scrap that should be tossed. Only after picking it up to realize that it was a piece of paper in plastic did I realize that these barely two inches of paper slipped across my arm more than half a century ago.
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I have mine too, and my mother's from when she was having me. I keep them together with the ones from when my son is born. It is really a treasure.
Lora - Those are definitely treasures money could never buy.
I wonder if my Mom still has mine somewhere. Very cute... although it's dribs and drabs of this kind of keepsake that are driving me crazy looking at all the semi-organized clutter in my house.
But yes, they are treasures.
Joe - That's something I face too. At least I now have that little treasure in a properly marked envelope, not just stashed in stack of old post cards and letters.
wow! I still have mine and my twin brothers in my baby book. How lucky that you didn't toss it.
Gary - I'm curious why it's not in my baby book my mother so meticulously kept. Maybe I was switched at birth and she considered sending me back.
recently when helping my folks clean out old papers I came across the bills for the births of me, my brother and sister. I think I 'cost' $125 - which includes a several day hospital stay, the doctors bill and the delivery. of course that was 50+ years ago! I have to confirm this, I brought home the papers, but unfortunately they are lost somewhere awaiting a properly marked and filed envelope! haven't run across the bracelets
Mouse - Much as a moan about my familial history of pack rats, I sometimes cherish things such as the 200+ postcards of my paternal grandparents' 1908-1909 courtship. Some of their phrases and greetings are so intriguing such as "Oh, you kid!"
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