Well, I wanted to do the show and tell, but my stupid camera cord is nowhere to be found. We have cords out the wazoo in here, so I keep pouncing on a cord thinking "Aha!" only to realize it is completely not my camera cord.
So I must look through the pictures already on my computer to show you what I want...
I was trying to take a picture of a picture and obviously it didn't really work...
This is a picture (of a picture) of me and my best friend L when we were probably 16 or 17. It was from one of those photo booths where you get 4 pictures in a strip.
My item for "show" is actually the necklace I am wearing in he picture. It's my grandfather's dog tag from WWII. I wish I could upload a picture of it where you could actually *see* it.
I have it with me all of the time. I use it almost like a security blanket. My grandfather was a tall, broad shouldered man who seemed able to take anything on. He had patience and humor and waiting arms. He had hair that stuck up and out. He taught me to play cards. As a little girl I would rub my cheek against his and giggle when his stubble tickled me. My siblings and cousin didn't have the same relationship with him that I did. I loved all my grandparents, but Grandpa Bill was special. He was mine and I was his.
My grandfather's dog tag has this sharp metallic smell that I love. When I am upset I pull it up to my lips and let the cool ridges of his thumbprint on the back soothe me. It has had countless tears run over its imprinted words.
I never really talked to my grandfather about his Navy service during WWII. I know he was stationed in North Africa. I know he was the checkers champion of his ship.
I don't know if he saw battle. If he saw wounded young men crying out for their mothers. If he cried for his.
Grandpa, I remember you. I know you're still watching out from heaven and I love you.