Books by the old Leather Chair

  • Snow In The Summer
  • My Bible
  • The Power of Silence
  • What Comes Next and to Like It
  • Encore Provence
  • A Year in Provence

Thursday, February 28, 2013

The Basket

A basket on the lower shelf of my nightstand is filled with
cards, special notes and pictures that have been going into this basket
for 4 years.
Since it is raining and cold
thought I would go through it and maybe discard some.

Boxes full in the storage room of years of Christmas cards and the cards for special days
mentioned above
from previous years that I could not part with.   Also a scrapbook I started years ago and
just stopped - that is filled with cards, notes, clippings,  handwritten items from my children when they were growing up  and their
birth announcements from hospital when they were born.   Now my grandchildren sometimes
take this old scrapbook and look through it.  So much more that is meaningful and will stop listing  them.

Oh my
3 hours later after going through the basket
tears from the dry eyes are streaming down my cheeks
and I think foolish woman,
sometimes you do not feel you are loved and appreciated and
you are so wrong.

Beautiful cards with the most thoughtful words for Birthday's, Mothers Day, Valentines, Easter, get well cards,
thank you notes, special clippings, photographs and on and on.
From children, grandchildren, special people and friends.

I begin to read and most of them go back into the basket,
they cannot be discarded.

How could I have forgotten so many of these beautiful words?

When we take the time to look at some remnants of our past years
sometimes it is overwhelming.

So this early morning as I review this post

Mary, Laurie, Beth, Jimmy, Jamie,  Jessica, Gavin, Sarah,
Caitlin, Amelia and my special niece Barbie, I thank you and special friends who
 contributed to this current basket....


Sharon said...

I like the idea of a basket where your most recent cards stay for awhile for you to enjoy. Why not keep them all? Cards and notes take up little room yet give so much joy. I keep all my cards, which eventually wind up in a scrapbook. They remind me of special days, events, milestones, transitions, happy and sad times. They are part of my "herstory."

the wild magnolia said...

Great idea and reminder of good thought and love.

Tabor said...

Great reminder of how we can touch others with just a card now and again!!

FlowerLady Lorraine said...

The basket is a nice idea.

I just went through a couple of bundles of cards from my husband and that of course had the tears streaming. They reminded me of how much he loved me. I sure miss him, more than words can say.

Love and hugs to you dear one,


One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Sharon, I have always used a basket to stick special notes and cards in. Sandy, thank you.
Tabor, so true - these cards are so beautiful and must have been specially picked for me.
Lorraine, I understand....

Wisewebwoman said...

I too keep a circular stand where it is visible in my main room, I only keep the cards from the current year and then read them all at the end of every year. I also have a large bottle where I stick special notes of special times or just simply gratitude reminders.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

wisewebwoman, guess there are 3 or 4 years in this basket - because of building, moving and settling in. I am so nervous and do not like this words.
My youngest will soon be on a plane returning from Africa. A long flight, changes and home tomorrow about midnight.
Wish I was not experiencing what I am at the moment...thank you always for your kind words.

Kat said...

Aww. What a lovely basket. I have a little drawer like that too. I can't bring myself to clean it out. And I don't think we should. It is nice to go back and look at those lovely notes/cards. :)

mermaid said...

'sometimes you do not feel you are loved and appreciated and
you are so wrong.'

The mind has a funny way of replaying the same story over and over again.

The heart knows more!
Yes Ernestine.
You are deeply loved.