Memories

Memories are what keep us warm when the Winter wind is howling at our windows...

This is a picture of my beloved little secretary. It was a gift from my husband in the 1980s. It sits in my "oh so English" study. It is a tiny room but I love it. It is *me*. Or, *me* without the highlighted hair covering the gray, the goofy glasses and the ever present blue jeans. Other than missing those things, it is *me*. Ahem. On this desk top are a collection of *smalls* and bits and bobs of memories. The bible was given to me by my Grandmother when I turned

18. It is inscribed, "To Susie on her 18th birthday. Be good. Love, Grandma."

My Grandmother always ended her letters and cards

with, "Be good." I find myself saying it to Gracie

and I can hear my Grandma's voice when I do!

The bookmark was purchased at the Westminster Abbey gift shop, in England, June, 2000. The letter opener is from Holland and was purchased during our trip there in 2005. The small magnifying glass

was picked up at a flea market in London. We had the

best time chatting with the maker...the handle was fashioned from one of his great Grandfather's razors! The letter and envelope you see

was sent, from Buckingham Palace, after WW I to all the participating American forces. The one I have was sent to my Grandfather. The pocket watch was his as well...carried with

him during WW I. The small ledger was also his.

He began writing in it during training camp. He kept it all through the sea journey to Europe and well into the heart of France. It ends just

after they suffered their first casualty and the worst fighting began.

It is one of my most precious treasures.

The lace hankie was carried by my Grandmother

on her wedding day. I believe that Grandpa chose it and had it sent to her just prior to the wedding.

The WW II Ration Books belonged to Bill's

Grandfather as did the glasses and case. Family memories that mean so much to us.

Hugs,

Suzie Q