Time Capsule

 I am dragging furniture from the attic - old family pieces.  I showed you the Lowery blue desk  here. Now I will show you what was in another piece.

My childhood dresser was in the attic complete with my treasure drawer.

Did you have a treasure box or drawer growing up?

The one where you saved things just for the memories?



Here is the drawer as I opened it - the first time since - wait for it -  

1976 !

My last bank statement as a college student.  Gamecock checks of course!  Most interesting were checks for $7 - the cost for two steak dinners with salads and tea at Vella's - a popular place for students.

Yes, the bank sent your checks back to you in the mail.  

It was a paper world.

 For my high school graduation, my Great Aunt Roma tatted 20 pairs of flowers in different colors to affix to informal note cards and envelopes.  I never would use them.

 Regular readers know I am an annoying over-achiever.  These are the badges that would not fit on my Girl Scout sash which I hope is in my mother's cedar chest.  

I was in Scouts from second grade to tenth grade.

There is one Girls' Auxiliary badge - a church group.

 School Memories book from third grade.  I could name at least half of my class from 53 years ago!

The pink book is all student photos from elementary school.

Chopsticks from the first Chinese restaurant I ever ate at.

My high school discipline code - so tame!

My peace sign patch from the seat of my jeans.

A keychain from my father's job.

A tiny pocketknife.

 I have every high graduation card, a list of the present given, and a book to record all.

I received a lot of silky nightgowns and panties and travel kits.

It was impolite on both sides of the family to leave anyone out from receiving a graduation invitation even if you knew they could not attend or afford to give a present.  I received many cards with a dollar or two, with very nice notes.  I think I treasure those most of all.

 This is creepy - very creepy.  I cut my hair once in elementary school and saved it in a heart.  I cut my hair again in in the first year of college and coiled it in a basket.

Now if only I knew how to make Victorian hair jewelry I could braid this to leave for my nieces and nephew.

I know they would love the thought.

 My graduation memory book, the commencement program, and the hand-written list I made of the gifts, visits, and graduation attendees.  Every single one was sent a thank you note.

Just the way things were done then.

 Those of you with children in college will get a hoot out of this.  I had scholarship money which covered expenses for three years, but the last year I needed a student loan.  This is the repayment plan from 1976 for the $800 (covered tuition, dorm, and books for two semesters!)  I was to repay them $23 every quarter for ten years.  It was a stretch but I managed to repay it in four years.

 Autograph book and address book of the other girls at GA camp over three summers.

I wonder where they all are?

Camp Rawls - log cabins with bunks, a separate shower cabin, a fire circle, a lake, and a large log church.

One year our cabin counselor was a missionary from Colombia, South America.  She fried us some spiders one night for a treat.

Crispy goodness!

 The French Club in high school always attended the annual French drama after reading the book or play in class. 

Oui, ticket, program, and playbook!

Ending our journey down memory lane courtesy of my time capsule, we have my very first compact, a rain bonnet, my junior high locker combination, my Brownie badge, two Japanese erasers sent from Japan by my uncle in the Navy, and a wooden box made in shop from a forgotten boy.

The crepe paper red poppy is from 1968.  The American Legion would take donations for veterans and give you a red poppy.  So fitting for this weekend to find this.

If you are not familiar with the red poppies and their significance, look it up.

All that from just one drawer and I have closets more to unload.  I will not tell you which items were discarded and which were put in a "maybe" pile and which were kept.

If you can name everything in your house and the story behind it, are you a hoarder?

Don't hurt my feelings.

See y'all!

Junkin Joe Friday at The Cottage Market 
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