OPENING A BOX INTO THE PAST January 29, 2004 Oh my goodness, because I became curious about my father's trip to France in 1938, I dug out the box of memories that contained them. It was a heavy box, much to my surprise, but when I started to sort through all of the contents in it, I realized, after all of these years (since 1938) I had never had the opportunity to read or absorb any of it because Mother had always shielded it from the young eyes of my sister Norma and me. Note: we had a feeling that there were pictures of almost naked ladies in it! I recall that it had to do with the Follie Bergere in Paris and I haven't even had the opportunity to dig into those pictures right now! There are pictures of my father on the Queen Mary and I was reminded that he sailed to France on the S.S. Ile de France and that I didn't recall reading the letters he had sent my mother at the time. I have barely skimmed the top of the box that is only the tip of the iceberg. I found a heavy fancy French snap purse filled with coins that I don't recall ever studying. Therefore I feel that for the first time I've been given the opportunity to dig into the past of our family of 1938 and knowing I might just be able to put together those details of our family history that none of us still alive truly know about and maybe I can write a story about it.Oh my goodness, the story is already starting to form in my head even though I don't know what I'll eventually find in the bottom of the box! But the box is still before me. vee