This weekend our daughter & her husband came to visit for a few hours. I had the cedar chest ready for them to pick up. It belonged to my grandma on my mom's side.
Grandma as a child
Grandma in the Roaring 20's
Here they are posing with her great-grandma's cedar chest.


I've had it for years & stored all things special to me in it. Things like hospital pictures of the kids, my grade school pictures, high school chorus & band programs I was in, the dolls I had as a child & a lot more. I decided earlier this year that I wanted Kristin to have it. It felt right, passing down the cedar chest. Now she can put all her "special things" in it plus the few things I passed on to her. The flannel jacket & matching bonnet with rosebuds on it that both she & I wore home from the hospital at birth, her baby book, pictures she'd colored, notes she wrote in grade school and the baptism dress we both wore as babies.

This weekend, I also picked up my mom's cedar chest. She is living in an assisted living community now & has no place for it. The cycle continues...
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