It was a plain brown cardboard box.
It measured about 12 x 12 x 12, I guess.
Mama kept it on the top shelf of her bedroom closet...
When I was around 7 years of age, my mama would sit me on her lap and say, "Greggy..." (she always called me "Greggy"...) remember the box on the top shelf of the closet.
She reminded me of this several times a week. I never understood why...hell...I was only 7 for crying out loud.
When Mama died in 1968 at the tender age of 33, I was 8 going on 9 years old and Daddy was lost...
First of all, he needed the insurance papers and he couldn't find them. Mama was the keeper of all the important paperwork. He didn't know where to look...but I did.
"Daddy," I said in my 8 year old voice," the box is on the top shelf."
He located the box and it's contents. Along with the insurance papers, there were pictures of the family, old report cards, and their marriage license.
My mother was thinking ahead. I believe she knew what the future held and she was trying to prepare for it.
God bless her for that...
It measured about 12 x 12 x 12, I guess.
Mama kept it on the top shelf of her bedroom closet...
When I was around 7 years of age, my mama would sit me on her lap and say, "Greggy..." (she always called me "Greggy"...) remember the box on the top shelf of the closet.
She reminded me of this several times a week. I never understood why...hell...I was only 7 for crying out loud.
When Mama died in 1968 at the tender age of 33, I was 8 going on 9 years old and Daddy was lost...
First of all, he needed the insurance papers and he couldn't find them. Mama was the keeper of all the important paperwork. He didn't know where to look...but I did.
"Daddy," I said in my 8 year old voice," the box is on the top shelf."
He located the box and it's contents. Along with the insurance papers, there were pictures of the family, old report cards, and their marriage license.
My mother was thinking ahead. I believe she knew what the future held and she was trying to prepare for it.
God bless her for that...
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