A pad is a strange thing to hold onto from childhood…
The Point Ration Book & Token Pocket belonging to my grandparents…
My father kept very orderly records.
I remember when I could fit through the gate at my grandmother’s townhouse…
We hadn’t met yet, but she was on our swing set…
Nestled in my furred purse are a necklace, two rings, a bear's claw…
Up until I was 14, before we moved to Southern California…
Back in the day when the Cubs were on Good Ole Channel 9…
Pictured is the candy dish of a woman born one-hundred-twenty-years ago…
