MG and Lav just found a locked tin box buried under Grandpa’s trees. There was an envelope taped to the bottom of it telling them to open the box when they turned sixty.
MG: Is there a key in the envelope Lav?
Lav: Yeah, MG…We were supposed to open this when we were sixty. Maybe we should get permission before we open it.
MG: Oh for heaven’s sake, Lav. You have said that a gazillion times over the years. What is it with you about always wanting to get permission? Who are we supposed to ask? Now give me that key. This whole thing is creeping me out!
Lav: What if it’s a bomb? Maybe this is a set-up! Do you have any enemies in Murdo MG? Someone who wants to blow you to smithereens?
MG: Let me think. No! Now let me have the key.
Lav hides behind one of Grandpa’s bigger trees while MG bravely unlocks the tin box. Inside is a funny shaped container. It says time capsule on the container so that must be what it is. The time capsule is not locked…you have to pull the end-cap off, which MG proceeds to tug on.
Seeing MG struggle, Lav comes out from behind the tree and starts pulling on the other end. Finally, the stupid caps come off. It appears the exercise class MG and Lav took part in while they were visiting Gus in Ontario has paid off.
MG tentatively reaches inside the capsule and the first thing she pulls out is an envelope, which she tentatively opens. A photograph falls out and it tentatively (just kidding) falls to the ground. Lav reaches down and picks it up.
Lav: Hey MG! This is a picture of our moms. It was taken in 1938. That was eighty years ago. What else is in there, MG?
Sisters Ella and Loretta Sanderson. (Do you know where this was taken Lav? My mom was only about eighteen. Aunt Ella must have been in her early 20’s.)
MG: They were young girls just starting their adult lives. I wonder what their dreams were?
MG: Look Lav! Here’s one with you and your mom. Is that a crown on your head?
Lav: I think it was a sailor crown. I love crowns almost as much as I love convertibles.
MG: Yeah…we’re kind of alike that way.
Woven threads of color,
A beauty to behold.
Each thread a chapter of a life.
The tapestry unfolds.
There within the richness,
Are tears of golden hue,
While silver threads of laughter,
Are gently woven through.
Hanging there in splendor for all the world to see.
The beauty of a life well spent, in richest tapestry.
Grandpa Sanderson in his chair in the house next to his trees
Lav: What else is in there, MG?
MG: All I can see is more pictures…Oh, wait! I see two letters. One for you and one for me.
Now you are making me wanting more. Please don’t make me wait too long.
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Aw that’s always what I hope for 07. Soon…I promise!
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This is getting better and better. Now who do you suppose placed stuff in that time capsule?
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Glad you liked it countrygirl. What do you think your mother would say to you in a letter?
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Remember you always wanted to know if we “were allowed?” 😂🤣
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Haaa! That’s right! Your Mom confronted me on that when I was a kid. Wish I Could recall her exact words. Funny.
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Love it😁. Can’t wait to see what the letters say!
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