What to do you see?
I see an eighteen year old boy, going out on his own for the very first time.
I see a mother, crying, praying, pleading with God to keep her only child safe.
I see a brave, strong, handsome young man, wearing a uniform, proud to serve the country he loves..
I see a girl, her pretty eyes brimming with tears, clinging tightly to the boy she loves, begging him not to go.
I see the sadness and pride of small farming community as they watch another one of their own go away during war time.
I see the Korean War.
I see vintage stamps adorning the fragile, "yellowed" envelopes that are filled with sweet surprises.
I see an opportunity to follow a mother's heart as it pours into each envelope; hopes, prayers and words of wisdom for her boy overseas.
I see a son who anxiously anticipates receiving them, and never fails to respond.
I see a form of precious communication that needs no help from: facebook, twitter, email, or text messages.
I see beautiful cursive with perfect punctuation.
I see black and white photos curled with time
I see "slices of life" lovingly packed away.......for me..... my children...my grandchildren....
I see a world, as viewed through the eyes of my ancestors.
I see treasures.........