When I was a little girl, I spent summers with my maternal grandparents. Most of the time I hung around my grandmother. She taught me so much. I would watch her cook. She made the most incredible foods. Her peach cobbler was the best.
It's been so long ago that I don't remember alot of things. And, the things I do remember are snippets here and there. Like the time she lost her dentures and went digging for them in the dumpster. She had a habit of wrapping them in a napkin after dinner. While clearing the table, someone accidently threw them away. So, there she was digging in the dumpster looking for what seemed like a needle in a haystack.
Another snippet, I have locked in my mind, is the time she showed me her jewelry box. My grandparents weren't rich but it looked like a pirates booty to a little girl. She showed this and that and told me the story behind it. At that time, my mom was the only one of her children who had given her grandkids. I was the only girl. My grandmom told me one day that treasure would be all mine if my Aunt didn't have any children of her own before she died.
My grandmother died when I was in the 6th grade. We lived in Florida at the time. As such, only my mom made the trek to Pennsylvania for the funeral. While there, my mom and her siblings took what they wanted of my grandmother's stuff. My Aunt and Mom split up the jewelry and my mom took the jewelry box. So, even though it wasn't mine, I got to see it often. At some point my Mom shipped the box to my brother, Andy and it got pretty beat up in the mail.
My brother, repaired the damages, the best he could, and has now shipped it to me. It still needs a little work but it's exactly as I remember it and now it's finally come back to me. A little lost memory.
*** The box above is not of the Jewelry box but it's kind of similar. It's a little darker and has two doors that swing outward. They have a wired inlay. There are two long drawers at the bottom and four smaller drawers at the top. I'll take a pic and post it here one day.***