|What's in your treasure chest?|
My favorite is a letter from my grandpa Eddy. He was a prolific letter writer- to his siblings, his congressman, and probably every president during his lifetime. He wrote this precious letter to me during the spring of my junior year of high school. After filling me in on the weather in Coos Bay, the activities in the harbour, and the fishing conditions, he got into a ramble about my job hunt, and my older brothers' various self-employment schemes. Grandad said he was all in favor of a fella owning his own business, in fact he and Grandma had owned three (they owned Chuck's Seafood Cannery during my childhood).
He went on to write that as a young man, when he worked as a logger, he had an idea for salvaging the thinner logs, which were being left behind by the big companies, when they clear-cut a forest. He described in great detail how he thought he could peel and trim them on site to sell for house logs. ..."but I seemed to lack the nerve to start. Gosh, Dawn, I don't know why I'm telling you that." he wrote.
Grandpa died the following autumn, kindly leaving me a collection of silver ingots, and eight place settings of Liberty Blue china. I passed the china to another family member a few years back, and after much thought, I recently sold the silver. In honor of Grandma, I bought a nice portfolio for my decorative paint samples, and some long wished for French mural paints. First, however, I had a pendant made to wear every day. It's a pearl on a gold oyster shell, reminding me of the real treasures they left me: a belief in the value of my talents, an appreciation for the beauty of everyday things, and with this letter, the reminder of the absolute importance of having the courage to follow my dreams... pearls of great price that create my heaven on earth.
Email is nice, efficient, better than nothing, but will someone read it again in thirty years, when the words might mean more than you ever expected?
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