When my family visited two weeks ago
my aunt noticed my stack of vintage suitcases
and said something I never expected to hear ...
"I have our father's old suitcase if you want it"
Umm ... yes ... I want it!!!
Two weeks later the suitcase is in my stack.
the perfect size to fit between my original two suitcases.
(Photo coming soon)
But this one doesn't compare to my thrifty- and market-found suitcases.
Not only is it worn,
and full of character
inside and out ...
... but it has my grandfather's initials.
I never met him.
He died in 1954,
when my mother and aunt were young
and I don't think I have
anything else that belonged to him.
So ... even though it's hard to open the catches
and I haven't decided what to keep in it yet ...
this suitcase is going to be my most valued one of all.
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(but just wait till you see my aunt's suitcase!)