Memory is the treasury and guardian of all things
To some, a pile of rocks and concrete and metal.
To Grandpa, a treasure.....a paperweight filled with memories from his Dad.
This paperweight came from Great Grandpa's childhood...safe to say it's close to 100 years old. Unsure of it's origin...he only knows that it had to have meant something to his Dad as it moved from place to place with him..office to office, house to house. It rarely held papers...but always found its way to a display spot where it could be seen. Off limits to play with (though he remembers sneaking a touch or two)..it never found it's way into a box (even if his Mother did redecorate!) I'm hoping by making it a photo of the day...a memory from this year in our life...that somewhere down the line, a great great great grandson will hold this sturdy litle fellow in his hands and know that one man's trash is always a treasure somewhere!