In my avoidance, I concentrated on the stacks of paper and stuff that were inside the desk. I assumed most of it to be old bills in need of shredding, some pay stubs from three jobs ago, maybe a letter or two from former students. I could handle that.
Instead, I found buried treasure:
Polaroids and hair snips from girls' first hair cuts.
Which happen to take place at the same time, despite the year age difference. My oldest daughter was a very, very bald baby.
Letters from a sweet woman who I wish I could still call. Virginia Hawkins was the grandmother of a
Last, I found a gallon sized Ziploc bag stuffed with old Christmas cards. I considered not going through it. In the middle of the stack, I came across this:
Inside was the best treasure of all:
Pictures from of my dad with my cousin taken years before I was born.
I don't remember getting these or ever seeing them before.
I'm not sure who they came from but it brought back good memories of him holding another baby 33 years later.
Notice the baldness!
So, that's what my elephant was hiding.
My goal for this week is to conquer the pictures.
Instead of being sad, maybe I'll just break out the scanner
and embarrass some old friends on Facebook.
Nothing like big hair and blue eye shadow to make a girl feel better, right?