It Never Occurred to Me

Since Dad’s death last October, I’ve spent time looking through boxes of old letters, photographs, and papers. Why anyone would keep a letter written in 1961 (one of many) is beyond me. I’m wondering if there’s a hoarding tendency in our family I need to note. One of his younger sisters was a hoarder.
One photograph I found has taken me down a lane of nostalgia, giving me an insight