When Granny died, and after we had all cried, we trooped to the attic seeking the treasure chest. It was a simple and plain pine box, but special because Pappy had made it for her.

“My hope chest” she’d called it. She used to open it, if we’d been ‘specially good, and let us peek inside.

We’d try on her gauzy dresses. “From the olden days,” she’d croon. “Your Pappy and Granny could surely cut a rug back then.”

She’d let us hold Pappy’s gold pocket watch. “Gave him that the day we jumped the broom, I did.”

She allus called us her “packa younguns”.

“Remember to love each other, take care of each other. You need to band together. You are stronger together than you are by yourselves. That’s how Pappy and I were. I swan, when I lost him I lost some of my stren’th.”

Then, she’d close up the treasures again with a sigh and we’d go down to the kitchen for cookies and milk.

And now Granny’s gone on to dance again with Pappy. She left us with a smile on her face, and her hair? I’d a-sworn she was wearin’ a halo the way her hair glowed.

The old house had been left to the pack. We left the hope chest there in the attic. It was nice to know we could still find Granny and Pappy whenever we wanted.

photo from Adirondack Furniture
Written for trifecta’s challenge – BAND. These are my words . . . where are yours?

8 responses

  1. Cobbie's World says:

    Aaaah! What a sweet, touching story! Your stories always have so much of your heart in them. My Mom has a cedar chest. Smelling the inside of that cedar box has always been one of my favourite smells. Thanks for rekindling such a good memory and, thanks, as well, for linking up this week. 🙂

  2. Gina says:

    This brought a tear to my eye. So sweeeeeet! I loved your dialog and I could picture those words coming out of Granny’s mouth. I had a very special Gramma. This brought back memories for me ‘specially of chocolate chip cookies and homemade pasta. Love your heartwarming stories. Always!!!

  3. Very sweet. A heartwarming read.

  4. Kir says:

    Oh Barbara, I felt like I was back in grandma’s attic…putting her hats on and spinning around in her shoes. (I’ve always really loved shoes!)
    I do love when you write like this, when your dialogue just leaps off the page and takes me by the hand into the story…this was just nostalgic and wonderful.

    thank you for linking up with it. XO

  5. JannaTWrites says:

    This was a lovely trip down memory lane. Of course it’s sad when our loved ones pass on, the memories are our treasures forever.

  6. Lumdog says:

    You choked me up. Lovely piece of writing. I love how your characters say what they mean.

  7. Wise decision to leave the hope chest in the attic. Long may it rest there.
    Sweet tale, Barbara!

  8. Tara R. says:

    My grandmother didn’t have a treasure chest, but she had a jewelry box filled with costume jewelry that I would sit and play with for hours. Thank you for that lovely childhood memory.

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