It turned out to be a sorting through some of her storage to give it away to us or throw it away as suited us.
Today I sneaked a better peek through "my" box. Imagine my excitement to find the letters Elv had written to his folks while he was in Red Lake before we were married. The letters I received from him at that time burned in a house fire after we were married. Obviously these are not quite the same... but still.
We also found a lot of poetry and stories that either she wrote or had collected from others. Photos, framed art, drawing stuff, sewing, rag dolls, and many other treasures. And throw-aways, too.
We spread the contents of the boxes and bins out on tables in Mom's little front lawn and dug in.
Never mind the grey heads and thickening waists on a day like today. On a day like today, we are young again. Not! We are old and happy that the babies are our grandchildren. Grandchildren to be carried and cosseted by our children and spoiled by us! Isn't it fun?
As I write, Amy is carefully looking through The Box. Now she found letters that Mom wrote when the boys were little guys to her parents at home in Wisconsin. She drew outlines of the boys' hands on her letters.
We got home after ten that night, but I couldn't wait. We washed them all up. Elv and I sat at the table and researched these old jars like two thieves over our loot.
Three of the spoons among the mishmash of silver ware were matching and monogrammed with a "G". I'm treasuring these.
And one more thing. Elv's lawn has now become a reality after much labor and three grass seed sowings. I think every sowing has finally germinated! And I am delighted. Let that suffice!