My Keep-Sake Box

         Memory facilitation seems to help my recall in these years of being greater than 70 such or so. Having recently rediscovered a memory box of much younger days, the content of these various activities helped fill the valleys of my past travels. How about that! Here is a scan of the inter lid of these carefully placed items it contained.

         "Dutch Masters" it is. Can you believe it? In my younger days, the cigar was a status of success if you could hold one between your fingers while you walked around town. Two for 25 cents it proudly states above. What a deal! Lucky to have a nickel in my own pocket at any street crossing.

        Raising this lid, what was first found first, belonged to an aging, fading and, well-worn envelope. It was filled with all kinds of cloth patches, representing many of the pathways travel along the way. What a deal! Had to spend some time sorting through such a heap of cloth memories all jumbled together. Here's some of the unravelling to this cloth of time!

         Troop of 84' ... a lasting memorial and, the major role it impacted on my growth and development during these years of travel.

       "Be Prepared"! A motto of life it became. Will-power and self-control ... what can one say against all those hormones of adolescent swimming by? Here's the crew of one of those days. [see post of December 2, 2011, titled of course "Adolescence"]

        Old Lord Baden-Powell would be satisfied and happy in his grave. Boy Scouts started in America February 8, 1910. What memories!