Treasures

   Any of us that had children probably know what the word 'Treasure' means. The 'Treasure Box' was usually an old cardboard shoe box or cigar box hid under the bed. If the child, usually a boy, was lucky, he would have an old cast off fishing box that an older male member of the family gave to him. This was the best to have. The box had a large compartment in the bottom and lots of little slots in the top.

   Well, while Spring cleaning this week I found my 'treasures'. Oh, they weren't in a box. They were in a housewife's best container, a large ziplock bag.

   I have been collecting these items through the years. I would put them in a dresser drawer. Next Spring they would go into the office closet where things have disappeared for years only to be found in an unlikly space. I even put them out in the barn in a rubbermaid container. This is where I found them this year.

   The picture of the medals are some I received in High School for Citizenship, Activities, and Scholarship. Yes, I was the one that held up her hand first when the teacher would ask a question. Jumping up and down and saying,, "I know the answer!" There is a basketball from the

time I was in the 8th grade and we won the county championship. There is a football that I received in the tenth grade at high school when I was selected as football sweetheaart.  There are charms with my son's picture, pins for working at school every five years, and passes for rodeos and such. There are a few momentos from various vacations.

   Then there is the beltbuckle shaped like a double heart. It is rose gold. I wore it with my jeans when I had a 22 inch waist. Now I wonder if my leg would fit that belt. lol.

The biggest selection of treasures is jewelry that I have worn in the past. Big chunky dangley necklaces, small petite earrings with missing jewels, and the articles of fashions that family and friends gave to me. Some of them were not my style. You know what I mean. All are either tarnished or out of style. Somehow, I just can't seem to throw them away,

   When I gaze upon my fifty or so treasures,  I began to realize that these objects are not my true treasures. The memory of all this stuff is really the treasures. I remember when my son had this pictures made in the first grade. I remember how we saved to go on that long vacation. Oh, how sexy I felt in those tight jeans wearing that belt buckle while my husband smiled and said "Looking good."

Memories will be with us until we can not longer remember. We will truly be blessed if we concentrate on the good ones and let the bad ones slip away like the sun slips over the western sky.