Peggy has a few treasures which she feels give evidence of her story. Three years a go a gold cross on a chain joined these items. It has been cared for - always placed in a safe and familiar location.
Then - the 1st of January - it could not be found. Her heart sank. She asked me to be aware of the hunt.
Over the next several days Peggy searched the bedroom - top to bottom - all the drawers - all the pockets...
Then she extended the search to everywhere in the house - under and over all - in the corners - again returning to the bedroom - looking under the bed - searching among the (few) dust bunnies - and even in her shoes.
The search was initially very active and diligent - and then became a continued vigilance - for weeks. At one point - Peggy closely sifted the contents of the vacuum cleaner bag - with continued Hope - but to no avail.
Today we were hanging photos of family history. I brought the hammer. Peggy said there were hanging hooks in her covered 'catch all' dish on the dresser. She began to go through the effluvia of buttons and pins to gather the hooks - suddenly - the cross was there!
Great Joy - finding that which was lost. Reminiscent of the Biblical woman who found the lost coin.
You might wonder - how did it get to this unlikely location? Peggy feels it could have happened at Christmas - when all is moved about.
...I can't recall putting the cross and chain in the 'catch all' dish - although, somehow I feel, it may finally be traced to me...
<{:o))=
Then - the 1st of January - it could not be found. Her heart sank. She asked me to be aware of the hunt.
Over the next several days Peggy searched the bedroom - top to bottom - all the drawers - all the pockets...
Then she extended the search to everywhere in the house - under and over all - in the corners - again returning to the bedroom - looking under the bed - searching among the (few) dust bunnies - and even in her shoes.
The search was initially very active and diligent - and then became a continued vigilance - for weeks. At one point - Peggy closely sifted the contents of the vacuum cleaner bag - with continued Hope - but to no avail.
Today we were hanging photos of family history. I brought the hammer. Peggy said there were hanging hooks in her covered 'catch all' dish on the dresser. She began to go through the effluvia of buttons and pins to gather the hooks - suddenly - the cross was there!
Great Joy - finding that which was lost. Reminiscent of the Biblical woman who found the lost coin.
You might wonder - how did it get to this unlikely location? Peggy feels it could have happened at Christmas - when all is moved about.
...I can't recall putting the cross and chain in the 'catch all' dish - although, somehow I feel, it may finally be traced to me...
<{:o))=
By the way - there is a wondrous story in the origins of Peggy's treasured 'catch-all' dish ...for another time...
