When we were in elementary school, we sometimes made time capsules. The concept was that one would fill a box with things of that era, bury it, so that in the future, someone would know find it and know what life was like back then. In 6th grade, I think we filled ours with Milly Vanilli cassettes, slap bracelets, and the like.
I was visiting my Mom in Virginia this week and happened to find a special time capsule.
She’s had all my father’s memorabilia packed into the basement since his passing. I remember as a child a really neat scrapbook she’d made him after they got married. She took all his souvenirs and keepsakes from his summer in Europe and made a book to tell the story. Anyhow, I have been looking for it for at least the past five years and every trip down to the basement, I haven’t found it.
It became more important to me now we live in Europe. I wanted to line up our travels and compare sites.
And this leads us to this Friday’s gratitude post…. this trip, I attempted again and voila, they were found. Actually in the spot they should have been. Not sure how I overlooked these totes each time.
I wanted to share some of what I found:
We’d seen this rainbow the night before setting over the house. I’m grateful for the spot of luck in brought me in my search!
Not sure what my plans are for the items. They’ll stay in Virginia I think until we are back in The States. Then maybe the coasters can become a glass topped table, and we’ll surely have to display the HB house things in our future home.