When I was little my Grandma Merrell had a locket that I absolutely loved. It was gold and it had a B on it. I remember it hanging on a hook behind her bedroom door with a lot of her necklaces. I loved looking at it when I would go to Caton to visit. When she passed away my mom and aunts went through her belongings and gave all the grandkids pieces of her. I asked for the locket and thankfully none of the other cousins protested. So it has been in my house for the past 15 years. I always kept it next to the teacup that she passed down to me but recently decided to start wearing it. I love having it close to my heart. It always felt weird that there were no pictures in it so last week I took on the project of finding something to put in it. I wanted two shots of my grandparents, one of the Merrells and one of the Haverts but I couldn't find one where there heads were close enough together to shrink it down to fit in the locket. So instead I found a picture of my parents. The images are from a single picture but I split their faces to make two shots. I think it was one of their prom pictures. I absolutely love it and can see me wearing it for years to come. Thanks Grandma Bert.
This was the most surreal hour and a half of the whole trip. We made our way out to Howard Air Force Base (which is no longer an AFB) and found our old house. Just looking at the photos I get emotional all over again. Not that I broke down crying or anything but it was really weird standing in a place that holds so many memories. Here is me freaking out that we found it!!! Our old Street! Coffey Avenue! Exploring the old digs! This stairwell led up to the door in the kitchen. It was a little creepy so I just filmed from where I was. :-/ I don't do creepy. Here we are in front of 60A Coffey Ave! That "hill" behind my mom seemed so much bigger when we lived there. I remember my dog running down it and tripping, which led to a head over heels tumble that still makes me laugh when I think of it. And that fence used to be a favorite spot for three toed sloths to hang out. ...
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