Back in May when my sister and I were going through our Mom’s things, I found the box (above) in an old footlocker. There isn’t a footlocker, crate, or box that can keep me out when I think there might be a treasure inside. So I opened the box.
Inside there was something wrapped in tissue paper. And I glimpsed something pink as well. Obviously it was something very fragile or old that needed to be kept insulated somehow. So then I unwrapped the treasure.
It was a very small bonnet. I exclaimed to those who were around me that I bet it had been Mom’s baby sister’s. Would there be more clues beneath the tissue paper in the bottom of the box?
Yes! A calendar! And not just any calendar. It was from 1927. The year my grandparents’ youngest daughter, Lois Evelyn, was born – and died.
As I carefully perused the calendar, I saw my grandmother’s handwritten notes on different dates. What unfolded was truly heartbreaking.
To Be Continued in The Calendar
