 IT ALL FITS!!! (moving boxes, memorabilia, and moose) All of us have moved sometime in our lives. Maybe across the country or around the block. With Ray and I, I’d wager we’d win the award for the most moves in forty years. Our biggie, though, is how many times we’ve put stuff in storage. Until a few weeks ago, we had a unit in Florida, but it was time to go pick up our belongings. Hubby flew to the Sunshine State and drove a U-Haul back to Arizona with our possessions. I stayed home, trying to remember what we’d stored for almost three years ago.  When we unloaded, I knew I’d find Elvis tucked somewhere. Yes, his head cocks to one side, and he looks a little ratty, but I can’t part with him. I’d begged my parents for the brightly colored pooch, and they gave it to me at my surprise birthday party when I turned seven. I have to share a cute story about Elvis and our neighbor. She watched our house while we’d gone on a cruise. After we returned, she showed me the above picture of her ‘walking’ Elvis. We laughed, and she told us, “I saw him in your spare bedroom, and he asked me to take him on a walk.” Priceless. See why I can’t get rid of him?   The above montage of moose is out of their box and on top of our dresser. Most are gifts from our guests at the bed and breakfast we owned. Ray bought me Rusty (see the second picture), and when we opened our bed and breakfast in 1999, we named it the Rusty Moose B&B. We no longer have the bed and breakfast, and I promise to tell you all about it in a future newsletter. I do have to say since we’ve put the metal moose out at our new place in AZ – we’ve gotten some strange looks from people who walk by. As I continued to unpack, I remembered Elvis and the variety of moose, but a wooden box filled with memorabilia from my dad stopped me. I had to check it out. I opened it and pictures from my father’s Navy days poured out.  He’d served on the U.S.S. Marblehead during World War II. The picture above is of my dad, his mother, and his father. He’s quite the dapper fellow in his uniform, don't you think? Oh, how I wish I’d taken the time to listen closer to Dad’s stories and written them down. What creative ways have you handled your memorabilia? Let me know. I need ideas. WRITING NEWS: The novella I’m writing has more intrigue in it than I planned, but I’m loving it. My characters keep throwing me curveballs. Can anyone imagine a story that includes Africa, septic tanks, and a bed and breakfast? Stay tuned… BTW: Wishing a HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY!!! May it be filled with grace, peace, and love!!! And before I go, I have to tell my readers I'm so thankful for you. You are the BEST!!! Until next time… Blessings! Janetta Fudge Messmer - Author of Christian Comedy/Romance “Turning Life Into Comedy” E-mail: janettafudgemessmer@gmail.com Website and sign up for the newsletter: http://janettafudgemessmer.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/janetta.fudge.messmer Twitter: https://twitter.com/nettiefudge |
