Trash or Treasure?

Trash or Treasure? |

“If I found that box in my house, I would have thrown it out.” That’s what Steve said when he saw a bunch of paper I bought at the flea market.

I get it. I treasure stuff no one else wants, like:

  • Postcard with scribbled notes (“Roses are red, violets are blue, you don’t love me like I do you”)
  • 1936 memo book, with time sheets, purchases and spiritual musings
  • Love notes sent to “Susan Etchison At Home” in  1878
  • Class of 1918 50th reunion notebook
  • Well-used Rama the Adventurer coloring book
  • 1950s issues of Life magazine

These things speak to me of lives lived, lessons learned, loves lost (and other things that don’t start with an L). They make history come alive, expand my perspective, and charm me.

In the past few years, I’ve been exploring ways to share that pleasure with you. My latest attempt is the collage above. If you look closely, you’ll see scraps from a children’s book about trains, my mother’s recipes, a 1949 tax return form, notes on church music, and random pieces of wisdom (“Just being happy is a fine thing to do”).

Isn’t that worth something? I think so, too.

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