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| a notebook with the menu of what we ate at the Mermaid Cafe on Dame Street in Dublin. |
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| a letter sent to me from The Dominican Republic |
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| a graduation announcement from my daughter-in-law |
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| the flyer I made for my son's farewell open house-- right before he went to Singapore |
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| a sweet letter that made me cry, written by my daughter when she was organizing and cleaning my kitchen as a Mother's Day present |
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| Happy Thanksgiving! Love, William |
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| Ticket stub from when Dr. Write and I were in New York at AWP, and we went to see Stoppard, and we both cried |
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| 'the Atlantic is a Lethean stream, in our passage over which we have had an opportunity to forget the old world and its institutions.' from 'Walking,' H.D. Thoreau. I saw this manuscript, written in Thoreau's hand, in the Concord Public Library. |
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| a merit badge that never found its way to a sash. |
I love the sweet nostalgia of this post, HT. You've inspired me to go through a few boxes and see what lovely bits of memory I might un(re)cover.
ReplyDeleteTreasures! Every single one! Remember in Dublin when John and Raymond came home with ice? The rejoicing!! Ice for our cokes!!
ReplyDeleteAmelia, I had forgotten that. Oh ice, how precious thou art in the Euro zone (and also in the UK)!
ReplyDeleteInspired by all your (and others about me) organizing I spent the afternoon doing this same thing. Lovely memories and +++!! now I have a place to put library books and a clean desk!
ReplyDeletePieces of a well-lived life.
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