Post by Rhonda on Aug 17, 2009 20:10:07 GMT -5
"Walter & Helen, come back!"
By Bob Perks
My wife held up the small wooden box
and said, "Look, Love notes!"
On closer examination I discovered
the box was really for notes from
visitors. "Leave a note" it said.
We were at the local library auction.
We never participate in the auction,
we go to browse through all the junk
no one would waste their time bidding
on...like that box.
I don't know if you remember such things,
but I have memories of seeing small
wooden boxes, signs, napkin holders and
silly little things made from cedar, I
believe. They could be found at any
number of vacation gift shops where
we all bought gifts for family back home.
The name of the town was printed in black
letters across the front.
They were really tacky but expected by
friends and family left behind that year.
That's what this small box from the auction
was to most everyone who had picked it up
before Marianne did this day. But she knows
me. She knows I would see it as treasure.
It was a mailbox. Etched on the side was
a family name...The Williams's and "Leave a
note!"
I opened the front and inside I found curled up
pieces of paper. This was a treasure that
had to be appreciated. But I'd wait until I
got home.
We found little there that day. Although I
did find a small figurine for my wife; a
mailman cupid with a heart shaped letter in
its hand. Seemed appropriate to go with
the mailbox.
When I finally got home I carefully opened
the box and pulled nearly 25 small, curled up
pieces of paper from it.
As I thumbed through them I realized they were
all blank. That is but one.
Scribbled on one sheet were two names.
"Walter & Helen"
I wondered if the Williams family ever knew
Walter and Helen visited that day. This old
cracked and stained little box still held
proof of their attempt after all these years.
Of course, my imagination burned within
my soul.
Did they ever return?
What if this was the last visit, the last time
they could have seen each other?
What ever happened to neighborly visits, Sunday
rides to Uncle Joe's and family that would just
drop by and were actually welcome?
In stark contrast, in many vacation gifts shops
today you find rude, offensive t-shirts, and gag
gifts to insult those back home.
One such sign read...
"If you've come to see us and you haven't phoned us
prior, when I say "You're Welcome!" don't believe
me I'm a liar!"
Walter and Helen, come back!
"I wish you enough!"
J
Bob
By Bob Perks
My wife held up the small wooden box
and said, "Look, Love notes!"
On closer examination I discovered
the box was really for notes from
visitors. "Leave a note" it said.
We were at the local library auction.
We never participate in the auction,
we go to browse through all the junk
no one would waste their time bidding
on...like that box.
I don't know if you remember such things,
but I have memories of seeing small
wooden boxes, signs, napkin holders and
silly little things made from cedar, I
believe. They could be found at any
number of vacation gift shops where
we all bought gifts for family back home.
The name of the town was printed in black
letters across the front.
They were really tacky but expected by
friends and family left behind that year.
That's what this small box from the auction
was to most everyone who had picked it up
before Marianne did this day. But she knows
me. She knows I would see it as treasure.
It was a mailbox. Etched on the side was
a family name...The Williams's and "Leave a
note!"
I opened the front and inside I found curled up
pieces of paper. This was a treasure that
had to be appreciated. But I'd wait until I
got home.
We found little there that day. Although I
did find a small figurine for my wife; a
mailman cupid with a heart shaped letter in
its hand. Seemed appropriate to go with
the mailbox.
When I finally got home I carefully opened
the box and pulled nearly 25 small, curled up
pieces of paper from it.
As I thumbed through them I realized they were
all blank. That is but one.
Scribbled on one sheet were two names.
"Walter & Helen"
I wondered if the Williams family ever knew
Walter and Helen visited that day. This old
cracked and stained little box still held
proof of their attempt after all these years.
Of course, my imagination burned within
my soul.
Did they ever return?
What if this was the last visit, the last time
they could have seen each other?
What ever happened to neighborly visits, Sunday
rides to Uncle Joe's and family that would just
drop by and were actually welcome?
In stark contrast, in many vacation gifts shops
today you find rude, offensive t-shirts, and gag
gifts to insult those back home.
One such sign read...
"If you've come to see us and you haven't phoned us
prior, when I say "You're Welcome!" don't believe
me I'm a liar!"
Walter and Helen, come back!
"I wish you enough!"
J
Bob