It’s just an apple box — one of many currently piled in our overflowing garage. This one is empty, so it should be easy to get rid of: just toss it in the recycling pile and move on to the next item in the stack.
Except…
The last time we received an apple box in the mail was over 4 years ago. I don’t think we’ll get any more. That last apple box arrived shortly after my mother-in-law, Corky, died. It contained mementos from the home my husband’s parents occupied for decades: a naval uniform belonging to my father-in-law Bruce, some Santas and snowmen from Corky’s huge collection, a group of antique, beaded purses. There were a couple of dolls, a few bits of china and glassware, some family photos: familiar objects from years of celebrations and family gatherings, each infused with memories. Read more
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