Day Three of Fall

DADDY'S TRUNK
My Dad was in WWII. Every soldier had a green Army issued metal trunk to hold his belongings. After the War, Daddy's trunk became our place to put precious things. Oh, how I LOVED to open that trunk when I was growing up and peruse the contents! Letters my parents exchanged during the war, Daddy's medals, family photos, an envelope holding my long braid with a blue silk ribbon when Mom cut my long hair cut for the first time when I was about six, some of my baby clothes. I have added a few things but mostly it is still the history of my Mom, Dad and Me. It sits proudly in my living room. My parents are gone & I'm an only child. I am thankful for the reminders of my childhood. So, I'm the Clutter Archivist! :)