Remembering that cedar chest

I was thinking about that cedar chest where I kept the pencil stub my father used to do the crossword puzzles. I left it at my mothers, and during a move it got lost.

What a loss---all those cherished objects gone! My older daughter Sandy's first Easter dress---I sewed every bit of it by hand. The first shoes I crocheted for my younger daughter Anne. The first dolls my daughters ever got. A full set of little golden books. All those cherished items...all those links to the past...gone .