by Kenneth Royal
The holidays are a time for visiting and catching up. While visiting my parents one Thanksgiving, my mother handed me an envelope.
I could tell at first glance that it was old. The acid in the paper had turned the envelope to a coffee-brown color.
“What’s this?” I asked.
“Just open it,” my mother replied in a low voice.
I turned the envelope over in my hands once or twice, then opened it up. There was only one item inside, also brown with age.
What I found was a savings bond – a bond purchased the same year that I entered this world.
Mom proceeded to tell me that the savings bond was a gift from my grandmother who had recently passed. Grandma had bought a savings bond for each of my sisters as well.
A Few Strings
This gift came with some instructions: My sisters and I were to use the savings bond to buy something to remember our grandma by. We could not use it to pay bills or spend it frivolously.
I put considerable thought into what I could purchase that would be a reminder of grandma.
After considering several possibilities, I decided that I would buy three gold coins. This would be something that I could pass on to my children or possibly grandchildren.
As I was about to pull the trigger and buy the coins, I hesitated.
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From the December 2015 issue