Treasure Hunt

In my 40s, I spent summers with my widowed mother in England. Before returning to New York, I would write playful notes and hide them around her house. Under the silver candlestick, she discovered: “The butcher, the baker and the candlestick maker — and your daughter — love you.” For weeks after I left, she would call and laugh. “I found another one of your little notes!” Cleaning out her house after she died, I found a box in her bedroom. Inside was every note I’d given her, organized by year — a gift she gave back to me. — Jennifer Fell Hayes

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6 Responses to Treasure Hunt

  1. This is and me and my oldest son! When I tell you he randomly sends me letters, text messages from times past and I send him pictures. I have pictures for ages! I love this.

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    • msw blog says:

      What a special bond, and a wonderful gift. I wish I had saved the written correspondences I received over years. I do, however, have a plethora of photos, and they bring back strong fond memories.

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  2. jml297 says:

    I loved this – thank you for sharing 😊

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