Recovered Treasure
My grandmother’s box has been found. The look on my face was akin to seeing someone raised from the dead. My grandmother’s box – a redwood rosemaling box from Norway. I don’t know for sure if it really was my grandmothers. That’s the story I’ve always been told. I do know that it is old. I do know that it is from Norway. I do know that it has been in our family forever. As a kid, it stored pictures. It was full of all sorts of odd and assorted pictures. I would take it down and go through each picture. I’d annoy my mother with questions about those I couldn’t recognize. There were the usual assortment of black and whites of children of friends, wedding pictures, pastor’s and their families – just an odd assortment. Usually important pictures were stored in an album. Oh how I wish I had those albums. So many things from my past are gone. Too many moves, a house fire, carelessness, etc., have left me ...