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[title] => Grandma's Treasure Box
[time] => 2009-02-03 23:22:16
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[bodytext] => Each of us when we reached 14 would make the Visit to Grandmothers house to see what was inside her Treasure Box; the Family Treasure Box where each year one of us got to see what she had hidden there.. My Dad had been; my older brother had been and now it was my turn to see that part of Family History. No one who'd seen could talk of it. No one could reveal to anyone what was in Grandma's secret box. No one did. No one would risk Grandmother's upset. She lived beneath the 'L' in Chicago refusing to move and they built the tracks right over her house; each time one passed it rocked her house like rolling thunder; Varoom, clacky clack another one going by. Stubborn was not the word for Grandmother. She still wrote letters 30 years later to every Mayor complaining about the tracks and the trains saying she wanted them torn down. Every month a letter. Grandmother never gave up; never forgot; fierce in her loves fierce about her neighborhood fierce about things which displeasured her fierce about family fierce about everything. I sat with her, apron on: she served me pie. 'Sonny' she said now you at the age where you need to learn grown-up things. Like your Dad and brother your turn now come to see what drives this family; our family heirloom so to speak. You'll see now. As you grow up you hear people talking about it but we are the only family that has it in our treasure box. Lot's want it but we the only one's that has it. She walked me up her tiny narrow stair case to the attic my head spinning, wondering what it could be. What did we have in our family that the whole world wanted? The treasure box was small; a faded gold color with a hand-carved lid covered by Grandma's liver-spotted hand which shook in the dim light. She shifted the box opening it with a tiny key smiling faintly her eyes moistening as a sliver of sunlight reflected into the opening box and I could just begin to see what was inside. 'There it is' she said 'What is it? ' I said, staring at a piece of cloth; satin sheen with a lace border. 'Every since your great grandmother got it has been the luck of this family and so people's all over the world hear about but we the only one's who got it. 'What is it? Your great great grandmother's; cut from her mother's wedding dress and from that day this families' luck changed. I looked at her eyes looking for an answer there. 'Grandma what is it? You heard of the Silver Lining' Yes, I said. Well this family has the only one. It is the Silver Lining from your great, great, grandmothers wedding dress. Grandma had it and she believed it had saved our family all these years. 'I took it out when your mother had her cancer and she got better and it took away her pain. I took it out when your younger brother had his accident, and he lived. I took it out when your grandfather went to war and he came home safe. I take it out when ever this family needs things. It is our Silver Lining. Now you must never speak or tell what is in the treasure box or it will break the spell. I never did to this day Today I have the Treasure Box waiting for my child to have a chance to see. Grandma's gone leaving behind her Silver Lining for the rest of us. And on some days I do take it out when things look like they might go bad. Just for luck. Everyone is always looking for a Silver Lining and some luck. All the Grandmothers gave us ours. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 296 [topic] => 43 [informant] => lnnie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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