My father never knew his dad. He died two months before my dad was born. My grandfather was from the panhandle of Oklahoma and my grandmother from the green hills of Tennessee. When my grandfather died she moved back to Tennessee. I know a few things about my grandfather but not much. My grandmother didn’t talk about him and I only know the things I do from asking her questions when I was a teen.
A year and a half ago, I was visiting my cousin who lives in the family home place in Oklahoma and she offered me the trunk that belonged to my grandfather. How do I know this for sure? Because his name is written on it in his handwriting. I jumped at the offer telling her that I certainly did want it. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t fit in the car I was driving. I would have to return with a truck. I did that this past week. My husband and I rode to Oklahoma in his pickup, wrapped my precious trunk in a tarp and brought it home.
The trunk has seen a lot of miles — 3,500 this past week alone. I think the miles that are the most important are the ones where my grandfather used it to travel to college. That’s where he met my grandmother. I’m glad it made that trip.
As an added bonus on my trip I got to visit with my Petit Fours and Hot Tamales sister, Carol Burnside on my way to pick up my trunk.
Do you own something special you would travel miles for?