Cypress Branches Literary Journal - Lamar State College-Orange
Cypress Branches Literary Journal - Lamar State College-Orange
Cypress Branches Literary Journal - Lamar State College-Orange
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unplugged fridge. Ignoring the unpleasant odor, she unfolded the four cardboard flaps. Peering in, her<br />
eyes widened like saucers as she unveiled a photo album and several fragile Bibles.<br />
The aging album contained many pictures of her family in younger years, opening her mind to<br />
many precious memories. One photo revealed her and her deceased infant brother; it was like finding a<br />
chest of golden nuggets resting quietly at the bottom of the sea. The old family Bible, with tattered,<br />
golden-edged pages, contained a family tree dating back to the 1890’s. She reached into the box once<br />
more and curled her fingers around the brown, weathered leather of a small pocket-sized New<br />
Testament. She tenderly opened its yellowing pages. Her bewildered eyes fell on an inscription from<br />
The White House in Washington D.C. dated January 25, 1941. The letter said, “To the Armed Forces:<br />
As Commander-in-Chief I take pleasure in commanding the reading of the Bible to all who serve in the<br />
Armed Forces of the United <strong>State</strong>s. Throughout the centuries men of many faiths and diverse origins<br />
have found in the Sacred Book words of wisdom, council and inspiration. It is a fountain of strength and<br />
now, as always, an aid in attaining the highest aspirations of the human soul,” signed, “Very sincerely<br />
yours, Franklin D. Roosevelt.” Her heart skipped a beat as she imagined the reverence her Grandpa must<br />
have felt as he clutched this book to his chest, uncertain of the number of days war would provide for<br />
him to read it.<br />
As she leaned gently against the kitchen counter surveying her priceless find, she then realized<br />
the house was not empty after all. Memories danced around the barren walls like children playing in a<br />
flower-covered field. With excitement in her step, she resumed her search for more treasure. Behind an<br />
open door, held precariously on a rusting nail, she discovered a tattered certificate from World War II<br />
that was presented to her grandfather on September 15, 1945. Her chest felt as though it would burst,<br />
stuffed to its capacity with memories from years gone by. Were these items unwanted by those who had<br />
searched before? Or had these treasures been hidden, to be found by the one who would cherish them, as<br />
a shivering beggar would cherish an unstylish coat?<br />
She gathered her belongings with tender, cautious hands, gently lowering them back into the<br />
cardboard treasure box. As she walked slowly across the creaking floor, her mind drifted back in time.<br />
She caught a whiff of fresh jelly cake, and she faintly heard Grandma laugh with pride as the family<br />
gathered around the table to indulge in a slice. She smiled slowly, sending reassurance to her face that it<br />
would laugh once again. This home where she would soon raise her family was brimming with<br />
memories, bouncing off the plaster like a rubber ball driven with force.<br />
Noticing the time, she made her way to the foyer, only this time her steps were lighter. As the<br />
whining door closed once again, she walked down the creaking steps to her car. It sat silently, patiently<br />
awaiting her arrival to engulf her in arms of comfort. She opened the car door, slowly releasing a sigh.<br />
She had arrived with a heart so empty, like a dry water pail sitting on the desert sand, only to drive away<br />
with a heart so full, like a deep, blue ocean never knowing thirst. Meandering down the road, she smiled<br />
as she caught a glimpse in the mirror of the weathered, flaking door standing proudly upon the<br />
threshold. It seemed to bulge outward, doing its best to contain the millions of memories pressing<br />
against its back. The memories that engulfed her mind like a swarm of bees around a honeycomb danced<br />
merrily around the room just beyond the door.<br />
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