Over the years and many moves later, I’m cleaning out my current master closet. It is a long narrow closet with shelves and more room than I’m used to having. That is where the ‘family boxes’ were stored when we moved to this house. Those boxes have not been opened for a number of years for one reason or another. Now I have time, a vintage etsy store and not many family members who are interested in the contents.
Last month I came across the box of ladies handkerchiefs. This week I opened a box of crocheted and knitted children’s clothes. Not many items, but enough to revive the stories in my memory.
My mother had a pen-pal in England and they shared letters, stories and sent gifts. This brown hand-knitted dress was one of those gifts for me as a little girl. The pen-pal in England was a woman, a wife, a mother who had twin boys and I wonder what my mother sent to them. I also wonder how the friendship started and where those boys are now. There are so many stories untold in everyone’s families. It seems like such a good time of year to ask questions and share those untold stories.