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Sunday, May 1, 2016

Moving reveals forgotten treasures

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

The move is on ('scuse the pun). Again we had help from our son Rob and wife Catheryn. Bobkat arrived on Friday afternoon and left on Sunday afternoon.

We went out for a fish fry at Laura's Café in Pittsville on Friday evening. From there 'til they left we worked ourselves silly.

The milk house is cleaned out and the basement is what you could say 90 percent cleaned out, so they started on the attic. I didn't think there was much up there, but little did I know or remember how much stuff we had taken up there over the years.

You won't believe this but there were five various sizes of suitcases full of quilt scraps. Strange things that I saved. They were given to me probably 20 to 25 years ago by a friend who did quilting. At the time, I thought to myself, maybe someday I may make a quilt. Yeah, sure.

I have a friend who and several lady friends make quilts for the needy, so I will give the quilt scraps to her.

And then a nice surprise, Bob's ole Navy sea bag was up there. We could tell it was full of something, but it also had a lock on it, and who knew where the key was?

They cut the lock and took a peek inside. Much to Bob's surprise, all of his Navy digs were in there enclosed in a tight plastic bag. After taking them out, much to our surprise, they were in pristine condition, not a speck of dust or dirt.

There were two pair of dress Navy blues, two pair of whites, five white Navy caps and one Navy dress cap. I tried it on and, even if I do say so myself, I looked pretty "spiffy." Also in the bag was a pair of Navy undershorts or maybe a pair of swimming trunks?

Even though the clothes were clean and in good shape, the Navy sea bag was quite dirty, so I threw it in the washer and hung it out and also hung out all of the Navy clothes.

After the bag dried, I brought the clothes in and told Bob I noticed that when I took them out of the bag they all seemed to be rolled and put in there a certain way. I had no idea how to roll them, so I asked Bob, since he was the Navy guy, if he could roll them up for me.

He said, "no way I don't remember how."

So I folded them up the best I could and put them into the sea bag.

The next surprise was a pretty good size box that had my daughter Susie's name on it. Upon opening it, much to my surprise, it was overflowing with many things from when she was a teenager.

It contained letters, cards, sunglasses, her diary, a paper entitled "my teenage years," jewelry, a compact, more letters and also a small cedar chest with more "goodies" in it. I can hardly wait 'til the next time she comes up, so I can give these things to her.

And finally, last but not least, there were many boxes of Bob's magazine The National Rifleman. He says he can't part with them, but there simply won't be room for them.

As the time gets closer to our move, I get more excited.

Marilyn Miller
The Old Grey Mare