Elf on the Shelf 2017 – Day 7

Time to write letters to Santa!

Excavation 2012 – Day #48 – Please Mr. Postman

It’s probably not surprising that I’m the kind of girl who saves cards and letters.

I mean, with my book and photo addiction, it sort of makes sense that I would also be committed to saving all sorts of handwritten correspondence. And as I continued sifting through my photographs, I came across one of my boxes filled with all sorts of things that have been mailed to me over the years.

I’ve got Christmas photo cards and letters…

Letters from friends…

Letters from family…

Birthday cards…

Graduation cards…

Call me crazy, but I just can’t get rid of any of them. See, to me, these are works of art, pieces of history, my history. At different times in my life, people took the time to sit down and put their thoughts on paper, tuck them into an envelope, and send them to me. In today’s world of email and texting and social networks, good old handwritten letters are a dying art form, and I will do what I can do preserve them, even if my husband rolls his eyes and asks me why the heck I’m wasting space saving it all.

What can I say? I’m addicted to words, and I’m proud. 🙂

And  just looking through all of these old cards and letters again tonight made me seriously nostalgic for the good old days when I used to sit down with a pen and paper and write letters, and get so excited when I found one in the mail. So, I’ve decided I’m going to challenge myself to write one letter a week to someone I care about. It might be someone I’ve been thinking about. It might be someone I haven’t talked to in ages. It might be someone I think could use a little pick-me-up. Heck, it might even be just a name I draw randomly out of a hat. I’m already looking forward to the challenge because, for all the convenience of things like email and texting, there’s nothing quite like opening a mailbox and seeing a letter that’s been thoughtfully written just for you.

So, get out there, people, and start writing.

365 Project – Day 180 – Channeling Indiana Jones

During my childhood, I went through a phase when I wanted to be an archaeologist. After all, Indiana Jones made it look like such a grand adventure, and I thought it would be pretty awesome to run around using a whip to swing across chasms while uncovering hidden treasures in exotic places. And if I couldn’t be the next Indiana Jones, I at least wanted to be a Goonie, and I always kept my eye out for any old maps or clues that might guide me in the right direction.

I never imagined that spending these last few days cleaning out Grandma’s house might end up being  just the treasure quest I spent so many of my childhood days dreaming about. But instead of the “rich stuff” that the Goonies were after, we have managed to unearth quite an assortment of odd and incredible treasures. Of course, you already know about the pantyhose and the six pack rings that Grandma apparently collected for her craft projects, but just wait until you get a glimpse of some of the goodies we found today.

First, I must say, I was pretty excited when I spied the Lay An Egg game box in one of the basement closets. Tonya, Shelly, Lindy and I spent countless hours playing this crazy game when we were kids, and I was totally ready to snag this hot item to pass along to Cadence as soon as she is old enough. But alas, my excitement was shortlived when I lifted the lid on the box and saw this…

That’s right, assorted plastic utensils. Strangely enough, this little collection is only the tip of the iceberg. When we first started clearing out kitchen cupboards and drawers, we found three times as many. Apparently Grandma saved every plastic fork, spoon, and knife she ever ate off of, and then carefully sorted them by color and size to tuck away. We have yet to find any craft projects involving plastic utensils, so I can only guess that she was reusing and recycling them.

Sadly, the Lay An Egg game is still MIA, but we still have a few boxes and closets to empty, so I’m not losing hope just yet.

The next entry in the Discovery of the Day is the creepy porcelain doll heads…

All I can really say about these is that my cousin Forrest and I agree that they are quite possibly the freakiest things we have found in Grandma’s house so far, and we really hope that someone buys them at the estate sale and takes them far, far away from here. I’m pretty sure I saw something similar once in a horror movie and while I don’t remember the plot, I’m pretty sure it didn’t end well.

And last, but certainly not least, my absolute favorite discoveries in Grandma’s house so far have been the letters. Of course you might suspect that the writer in me would have an affinity for the old handwritten letters that Grandma tucked away. With all of her saving and collecting, I am just glad that she held onto them, and that we were lucky enough to find them.

On Saturday, I was helping my Aunt Vinnetta clean out the desk in Grandma’s office, and we found several letters that Grandpa wrote to Grandma while serving in Italy during WWII. And, just today, tucked inside an old manicure set, I found this letter that Grandpa wrote to Grandma in October of 1940…

We think that this just might be Grandpa asking Grandma out on their very first date. Definitely one of the best discoveries in the house so far, and luckily the letter is now safely tucked away with the rest of Grandma’s letters where it belongs.

Today’s 365 Project entry is dedicated to my Grandpa Wayne, and getting the chance to see a whole different (mushy) side of him, and to my Grandma Lucille for all the history she saved for us. So, maybe I don’t have a whip or a treasure map, but I have to say, I’m pretty satisfied with the course of my current adventure. I’m just looking forward to seeing what tomorrow brings.

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