When I was a small boy my mom would sometimes share a look into her cedar chest.
The chest was originally built by my grandfather about 1935, and presented to my mom upon her engagement to dad.
Granddad had completed a Joiner's apprenticeship in London England before immigrating to the USA, so his dovetails were amazing.
Mom's cedar chest was filled with trinkets and treasures... photos, autograph books, costume jewelry, souvenirs and post cards, hankies, a wedding dress, newspaper clippings, and a sock full of silver dollars, etc.
Years, after mom crossed over the Great Divide it became my treasure chest, so I filled it with cowboy treasures… spurs, holsters, belts, buckles, chinks, stampede strings, owl feathers, etc.
Now, last year, it came full circle when I passed it on to my son Michael.
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