as I unrolled the wall paper that had just arrived,
and placed it inside of my grandfather's trunk. I thought back to their old weathered house, sitting in the middle of mesquite covered grounds, surrounded by cotton fields....................
almost the same way I live today................
I thought about my dear aunts and uncles..............some who have gone on................
some who are still here, who have told me that they remember this trunk during their childhood years.
This is the way it looked, before I papered it............and yes, I felt a little sad covering up the old tattered paper...............but it was really worn and tired.
and it seemed to say it needed something like this!....................Grandpa would have probably disagreed, but I think Grandma would not have.
An now, it sits, waiting to be filled with embroidered linens and small treasures. A trunk that was once my grandfather's..............that maybe one day in the far off distance...........might be "Grandmother's "
trunk to my "someday" grandchildren.
I just feel delighted to have it here........... sitting among family and friends...........like a long lost relative come back to visit.
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