My aunt went through some boxes of my Grandma's yearbooks and scrapbooks and such to display at a family reunion. Hidden amongst these things, she found a bag with the names of myself and my sister written on it, containing two cute little containers that she apparently intended to give us, but hadn't.
It looks like they were souvenirs from some vacation she went on, but I'll never know which one. Even though I don't know where my souvenir is from, I think I appreciate it more now, so belated and unexpected, than I would have back then. Thanks, Grandma.
It was fun to see the old scrapbooks, too. I particularly enjoyed my Dad's baby book, although I was sad that there were no pictures of his twin, who died when they were three days old.
