|the hinges are broken ... the butcher twine is for safety|
I do have her life story: three type-written pages.
A whole life in three pages.
That didn’t seem to be enough but perhaps even that is good.
In that hunt I looked through 3 other treasures, mostly of historical value.
|... the lid pulls off -- the box has smoke damage|
One of the treasures was a cedar box.
The other was a tin box. Doral must have told me what was in them. I knew what the boxes when I was growing up -- that they contained papers that were valuable to my parents
|... singed contents ...|
|... open the lid and find out about Alberta Field trials in 1928 ...|
There are files about his dogs, files about the insulation company he ran, files between Doral and the Province of Alberta when he tried to get them to fix a stretch of highway that was dangerous and where one of his children was killed, etc.
I skimmed through everything, sometimes stopping, sometimes moving on.
So for Day #4 of the Hundred Best Days of My Life, I had a chance to look backward, into a past that is long gone, but still loved.