Treasures

Money cannot buy true Treasures, did you know that?

We tend to think it can when we are quite young.
A new pair of shoes can seem way too important
when you are barefooted. Although whether that
is a treasure or not depends upon the view of
the person I suppose.

I remember girlfriends having 10 pairs of shoes
when I visited them when I was about 12. That was
the first time I ever felt poor.

Oh, don't get me wrong, I did not feel poor in the
way most people do...we never went hungry. We had shoes.
We had animals...and friends... my brothers and I
never felt deprived.

I guess I mean I felt poor in the sense that
others took for granted what I saw as extreme
bounty. ....thats treasure too, isn't it?

When I was young, all that I needed to be Happy
were simple things. A pet, a book, time to lie
and look at the clouds...those were true treasures.

Music to listen to....or to play...or to be able
to sing along...what a joy that was!

I wrote a poem to my Dad thanking him for making
us feel treasured....and rich in ways that money
cannot buy. I also wrote one to my Mom thanking
her, but I think it was too late by the time I
gave it to her...she did not seem to understand.

Little things kept in boxes. The boxes themselves...
true Treasures. A colored picture drawn by hand
by a youngster, then painstakingly colored...not
going outside the lines....treasure.

A letter from a niece wishing a Happy Birthday...
delightful memories....treasure.

That's why I say Treasure. Time will move on....
people will grow older, some will die. But, those
memories will always remain, the true, all important
Treasure.
Memories.

Hugs to all who need them, pass them on!

Katie

Family Memories

Remember when you wanted to go to the phone and call someone?

Then you passed on the thought in order to do some more work
around the house, or to go do something else important at that
time?

Time goes too fast. Soon the years spin away...and I find myself
thinking back about the past.

I have been clearing out clutter recently...it feels good to let
go and it feels good to remember.

I have talked to Family about these feelings and of letting go.
Don't get wrapped up in clutter I say...and I know they hear.

Things that seemed important when I saved them, no longer have
any meaning whatsoever. Now I know that when I save things from
now on, it will have to have more meaning before it goes into a box.

I will admit I found many good memories, true treasures I had saved.
Like letters from my Mother who died last spring. Letters from both
of my grandmothers. What a joy it was to see those handwritings again.

Treasures from when my three Daughters were small....like pictures
they drew...and letters they had written, or cards they gave me as
gifts. I saved all the Anniversary cards my Husband has given me
over the years. There are many more than I realized. The time he
spent picking out those cards means more to me now than the actual
card itself.

My only Uncle called me last evening. We talked for almost an hour
and I suppose would have talked longer had the weather not gotten
bad on my end. I was a bit afraid of getting fried as we chatted.
(feel free to laugh here~)

He is having more health concerns. I think he would like us to come
visit. It is almost an 8 hour trip...but I truly think I will try
to do it...and share the trip with my brother and my dad. Time
is too short to put it off. Dad likes to go visit every March to
share his Birthday with his only brother who lives in Missouri.

I realized last night that it is so important to take the time.
Sit down and write some snail mail. Write or call a Friend.

Do not pass that Phone again saying "I will do it later". Before
you know it, "later" is too late.

Go now, call someone you Love, just to say hello.

I know I did, I called my Brother Jim this morning and had
the best visit.

Hugs

Talk to ya later....

Katie